#with her sleeping right on my side. so i had to silently sob and quietly put my laptop away

[chaotictomtom]

loosing my mind btw no fucking wonders hannigram fucked my mind at a time my brain was still developing like. this. i have no words. how to live and consume any other media after watching these crazy bitches do anything in each other presence???????? i think other dudes that made me feel as insane+++++ recently was honest to god tomgreg. they're also so silleyyyy and each scene Nour showed me of them before i started the show made me go as much "?????" as rewatching scenes of hannibal and will does

[wosoamazing]

Opening Match

Summary: It's the Matilda's first 2023 World Cup Match, against Ireland and you're starting.

Warnings: Panic (I guess – but not like a panic attack, I don’t think), mentions of Sam’s WWC injury….

A/N: ACL injuries don’t exist in this universe, if only that was the case in the real world. Tried to make it semi-factual, so like the times at which things happen are factual, however obviously the goals aren’t. (Also I know the Lionesses were in QLD and the Matildas were in NSW but let’s just pretend they weren’t)

It had been an hour, and you still couldn’t get to sleep, you were too scared for tomorrow, Tony was starting you, which he had told you this morning, Sam had injured herself and he decided you were the best replacement, the only saving grace was that only the your Captain’s, Tony, and yourself knew this, the rest of the team would find out tomorrow, so at least you weren’t reminded of it all day.

You had millions of thoughts racing through your mind, preventing you from sleeping, causing the panic to ever so slowly increase. “What if I screw up” “What if this team wasn’t the right team” “What if I let the whole team down” “What if I don’t meet their expectations” “What if my streak at Arsenal has just been a fluke”.

A few tears had left your eyes at these thoughts, creating little puddles on your pillow. You decided to get up and go into the hallway, if you were going to cry you didn’t want to wake up Steph. You were crying for such a stupid reason, anyone would kill to be in the starting 11 for the Matildas, let alone a 16-year-old, yet here you were crying, wishing you could be anything but the Matildas starting 11. You quietly got out of your bed and walked towards the door, you opened the door just enough so you could slide out, trying to minimise the light that flooded the room, you made sure to keep hold of the door as it shut in hopes of it closing silently, you didn’t want to make a noise, you didn’t want to wake Steph or anyone else up. Except the thing was, Steph was actually still awake. She waited a while to see if you would come back thinking you had just gone to fill up your water bottle at the end of the hall, however when she noticed your water bottle was still sitting on the side table, she grew a little concerned, but she reassured herself that maybe you were just getting some Panadol or something from the medics. However, when she heard a faint sniffle come from just outside the door she panicked, she quickly jumped out of her bed, and made her way out into the hall.

“Oh bug,” she sighed out at the sight of you, beginning to sit next to you. You sat curled in a ball leaning against the wall, body slightly shaking with your sobs, you looked up at her, your face was red and tearstained, and your eyes were puffy. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she said softly as she pulled you into her lap, you sat there as she rocked you slightly trying to calm you down, you felt like a baby, how could you be so upset over this, and now you had disturbed Steph’s peace because of your pathetic little problem.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” you mumbled into Steph’s chest.

“Don’t be sorry, you can always wake me for absolutely anything, but you didn’t actually wake me I was still awake” she gently replied, as she wiped your tears away with her shirt.

“Oh,” “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” “I don’t think I should start tomorrow, what if I stuff up, what if I’m not good enough for them, what if I don’t live up to their expectations, what if-” you were cut off by your ever increasing sobs, making it hard to speak, Steph sighed at your words, she had suggested that they didn’t start you, just brought you on early, but Sam and Tony thought starting you was best, coming out with a bang. Steph had hoped maybe her suggestion would be taken, reducing some of the pressure, the media was all over you already, pressuring you, so too were the fans. You were the sister of Leah Williamson, the women who captained the Lionesses to Euro’s victory in 2022, the women who once again would Captain the Lionesses in the fight for yet another victory, one that could well possibly be theirs. There was something extraordinary expected from you by the public, and the second the starting line-up was released that would only increase.

“Y/N/N, it’s okay to be nervous and a little scared, everyone does, it won’t stop, but you get used to it and before some games you will get more nervous than other games, why do you think I wasn’t asleep. But you can’t let the outside world affect you, the people in this building and in this team believe in you, and if you don’t do as well as you hoped well so be it, everyone had off days, off games. Don’t listen to them, they would faulter the second they took a step on the pitch, even the commentators yes they do know what they are talking about but at the end of the day they are there for the public so they are going to feed them, and I promise, we wouldn’t have chosen you if we didn’t believe in you, and Tony only expects that you try your hardest every time you step onto that pitch, that’s all any of us want.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh before continuing “but why are you nervous for tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said you weren’t sleeping, and then you said some games you get more nervous than others, so I just assumed-” you were cut of by the sound of a door opening, you both look up to see Sam sleepily walking over to you rubbing her eyes.

“Shit, sorry did we wake you up, I didn’t think we were that loud” Steph whispered as Sam sat down.

“No, don’t worry, I couldn’t sleep, thought I heard something so just wanted to check, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter” Sam gave you a look, causing you to blurt it out “I’m scared Sam, what if I stuff up, what if I’m not good enough for them, and now I’ve disturbed both of you when you should be relaxing and sleeping and I shouldn’t be upset about this, it should be something happy but I’m too scared to be happy, and, and my problem isn’t even a big problem, I mean you can’t play and now I’m technically in a way complaining about being in the starting 11 to the person whose spot I took” at those words Sam looked down at the floor, the tears that had started welling up in your eyes, started streaming down, “I-I’m S-sorry, I-I, I shouldn’t have said that”.

Sam looked back up at you, her face held a sterner and more serious look “No, don’t apologise, it’s okay, you did nothing wrong, and never think just because some else may or may not have a bigger problem than you, that your emotions and feelings aren’t valid, and never apologise for what you say. And yes, I can’t play and you get to play but at the same time that doesn’t mean you can’t be upset, it’s a big thing starting in a major tournament let alone …..” you nodded finding her words to be oddly comforting and had stopped crying, Sam had pulled out her phone and was messaging someone, so you looked up to Steph.

“You know, you never answer my question from before,” “Really, I thought I got out of that one” “Nah-uh” you say with some sass as you shake your head.

“I don’t know, I just guess I didn’t really expect to be leading the team out, it’s kind of scary, I mean this is our chance to make history and I guess in a way I’m leading the team out and am in charge of the start of our chance. I just don’t know, its silly anyway,” Steph let out as a singular tear rolled down her check.

“Steph, you have nothing to worry about, you are such an amazing player, and you are such a great leader, and such a great big sister and mini Mum, I believe in you, as you said, Tony wouldn’t have picked you if he didn’t believe in you,” Steph blushed at your kind words, before letting out a small laugh at your end comment, she hug you tighter and mouthed ‘thank you’, before the three of you feel into a calm silence.

“I think we should go outside, get some fresh air quickly” Sam said, breaking the silence whilst almost winking at Steph. “Good idea, Sam”

“But its late, wont we get in trouble?” The last thing you wanted was to be getting in trouble the night before your first world cup game.

“No, we’ll be fine, we will only be quick and plus as Sam said some fresh air will do you good” Steph said as she practically dragged you upright. As you left the elevators and walked towards the hotel doors, you noticed an oddly familiar figure standing just outside the doors, they were holding something, what you didn’t notice was the smile your two captains exchanged at the sight of this figure, Sam opened the door and you stepped outside into the cool air, before you found yourself running up to the figure, “Le!” you exclaimed as you jumped into the arms of your sister, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I might’ve been told by a certain someone that my little sister was upset, and I thought I would quickly come visit to cheer her up.” You planted your feet back on the ground and said thank you to Sam before turning to talk with your sister, after a few minutes you both had to go back to your rooms, so you said bye to each other. She gave you one of her hoddies which you put on, it being the next best thing to being with her. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were tired after all.

______

You were lining up in the tunnel when the nerves started to kick back in, probably due to the fact that when the teams were announced it was also announced that this is your first time starting, first major tournament playing for the Matildas and thus your first World Cup. You were also reminded that your sister had captained the Lionesses when they won the Euro’s just last year. But you felt Caitlin hands on your shoulders, and she squeezed them, Steph had obviously been discussing things with her. It was strange to you that the shoulder squeezes worked, but they did, they almost seemed to bring you out of your thoughts and into the present. As you walked out of the tunnel the stadium erupted, fans cheered like you’d never heard before, which is saying something considering you did attend the Euro’s final, you took your place in the line as the anthems were sung and soon enough the game was starting.

15 minutes in and a free kick was given, you took it, it was almost close enough to just go straight for the goal but you didn’t want to risk it, so you crossed it in, but instead of the ball finding a place at one of your teammates feet or head, it found a place in the back of the net, you had just scored your first goal for the Matildas, your first goal at a major tournament, your first goal at a world cup and the first Matildas goal of the world cup. You were elated. Your elation only increased at the 26th minute, when you headed the ball and it hit the back of the net, however you couldn’t take full credit for that one, Steph had delivered it in perfectly, you just had the easy job of tapping it in.

It was now extra time for the first half, you knew Tony was taking you off at half time, he had told you at the 35th minute during the ‘team tactical’ while Katie was down, Ireland was playing more aggressive than expected and Tony wasn’t risking having his two best strikers injured. Knowing this you decided to push yourself to your limits, you were running after every ball, you were taking tackles, and somehow by some miracle you scored your third goal in the final minute of extra time, you didn’t even know how you did it but you did, and with your goal the ref blew her whistle and the first half was over. The team ran over to you to celebrate, “Hattrick baby!” was screamed in your ear by someone, you all jumped up and down continuing to celebrate before deciding you should probably head back inside.

“Good game?” Sam asked as you walked into the tunnel together.

“Great Game!” You exclaimed, as you followed her through the door, to the locker room.

You took a seat in your locker ready to listen to Tony, being number 8 your locker was in-between Steph and Caitlin’s, “She might hate you now, though,” Caitlin said with a wink, it was a compliment in its finest, but it felt nice to get an inside compliment, like an inside joke not everyone would understand what she means.

“How do you feel? Like a million bucks?” Steph asked.

“Nope, like I chose the right team.”

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: bad dream

pairing: kai azer x paedyn gray x (oc) daughter

synopsis: kai and paedyn’s daughter has a nightmare

warnings:

a/n: their daughter’s name is Avena (like Ava and Adena’s names smushed together, don’t judge I didn’t know what else to name their child 😭😭)

tag list: @heartwithsimplenotes @lxvebelle @whatsamongus @zaraaaabear @tornqdowarnings @emelia07 @xoxo-vee

Kai Azer had always been a light sleeper but it’d gotten worse since Avena was born, he was always alert, always on edge, never too relaxed in fear she might need protection. His insomniac tendencies had also progressed a lot more than he intended them to. So he often found himself envious of his wife who could sleep like the dead. This particular night Kai was wide awake and sat up in his shared bed. Paedyn was in her deep coma-like sleep, snoring soundly. Kai couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle at his wife as he silently stroked her silver hair, softly playing with a few strands. He had a million and one things on his mind, none of which were actually sleeping.

Cutting him out of every single thought was a sound that smashed his heart into smithereens and shot panic through his every pore. It was the scream of his daughter. Within milliseconds he was up and out of bed, sprinting. He rushed into Avena’s room and knelt by the side of her bed, scooping her into his arms. She was still thrashing around, her screams died down to a dull whimper as her small fingers clung onto the fabric of his shirt for dear life.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, “shhhhh shhhhh shhhhh, I’ve got you baby.”

She hyperventilated into his chest, then entirety of her tiny body shaking in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly, brushing the hair stuck to her sweaty forehead out of her face.

Big blue eyes, the ones he’d fallen in love with once upon a time, filled to the brim with large tears stared back up at him. Avena began to cry. Bulbous teardrops rolled down her cheruibic cheeks, streaking salty water down her face.

“There was a man and he took me and he said I couldn’t come back to you and mommy ever again,” she sobbed, red faced.

“Slow down Avena,” he soothed, “take a deep breath with me okay?”

She nodded and mirrored her dad as he inhaled and exhaled.

“The pictures in my head,” she told him, “when I sleep.”

“Your dreams?” he asked gently.

She nodded, “but it was a bad one.”

“You had a nightmare?”

“Mhmm,” she said, her bottom lip wobbling, “and you and mommy couldn’t save me.”

His heart clenched in his chest. He knew he wanted to destroy whatever had made her feel this way but he also knew that was impossible.

“Oh Avena,” he whispered, bringing her close to him, “you know that your nightmares aren’t real right? They’re just made up in your had. And me and mommy will always be able to save you.”

“You promise?” she asked, her voice so soft it could melt butter.

“I promise,” he nodded, kissing her forehead.

Avena stared up at him, doe-eyed, “but it felt really real daddy.”

“I know but I promise you baby,” Kai told her firmly, “it wasn’t.”

“I want mommy,” she whimpered, chewing the sleeves of her night shirt.

“I know sweetie,” Kai sighed, gently taking the soggy fabric from her mouth and rolling her sleeve over, “but mommy’s sleeping.”

“Oh,” she replied, pouting her rosy pink lips slightly.

“Let me tell you a secret, you ready Ave?” he whispered with a grin, in attempts to cheer her up.

She looked up, eye widened with a spark of excitement, “yeah!”

Kai adored that look in her eyes, it made a sense of warmth spread across the left side of his chest. He leant in closer to her and pressed his mouth up to her ear.

“Mommy’s snoring,” he murmured.

She giggled, “really?”

“Yep,” he nodded, “I think if we listen quietly enough now I think we’ll able to hear her.”

Avena brought one of her little fingers to her lips and pressed it gently on them. They waited in silence until suddenly there comes the sound of Paedyn’s soft snoring. Avena looked up at Kai.

“Mommy’s snoring!” she laughed.

“You see what I have to put up with now?” he asked jokingly.

“Poor you daddy,” she grinned in reply.

“Are you going to try and go back to sleep now?” Kai murmured gently, putting his daughter back down into her bed and tucking her in.

“I’m scared,�� Avena said quietly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to nightmares to come back,” she replied, grabbing her teddy bear and squeezing it tightly to her chest.

“I don’t think they will,” Kai reassured her, running his fingers through her silver hair, just like he had previously been doing to Paedyn, “but if they do, me and mommy are right next door and you can just come and get us right away, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, snuggling back under the covers, “can you look under my bed?”

“Why baby?” he asked.

“Because there might be monsters be under there,” she said, her voice low and cautious, laced with fear.

“I don’t think there are any,” he told her softly,

“Please look,” she begged, “you can scare them away.”

“What makes you think they’ll be scared of me Ave?” he said.

“Because you have a sword,” she explained.

Kai chuckled a little before bending down and looking under his daughter’s bed. Of course there was nothing but her pair of ballet flats there.

“There’s nothing there Avena,” he called up, “only your ballet shoes.”

“Are you sure?” she asked incredulously.

“Sure,” he confirmed, suppressing a smile.

“Sure, sure?” she double checked.

“Sure sure sure sure sure,” he winked, tickling her belly.

She giggled, her smile lighting up Kai from the inside out “okay, I believe you.”

“You feeling a little better now?” he asked.

“Yes but…” she hesitated, “daddy?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Will you stay here, until I fall asleep?” she asked him with a small yawn.

The question yanked Kai’s heartstrings, the sudden harsh tug taking him off guard. Something about her little voice asking that question, almost had him choked up. But he suppressed whatever it made him feel for the moment and sat down right beside her bed.

“Of course baby,” he said, “I’ll stay here all night if you need me to.”

Avena yawned again. He took the tip of his pinky finger and guided it gently down her nose a few times. Avena’s eyes fluttered shut within moments and her breathing grew heavier. She was sound asleep, just like her momma, minus the snoring. Kai still remained sat at her bedside, something in him not quite allowing him to leave. Avena was breathing soundly, normally, there was even a smile on her face and yet worry was built up in his chest. He wished he could take all her nightmares and murder them with his famous ‘scary’ sword.

“What’s going on?” a new voice yawned.

Kai looked up to see his wife stood in the doorway arms folded. Her hair was slightly messed up and she had sleepy dust in her eyes and yet still to Kai she looked like the most beautiful being he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Is she okay?” Paedyn gestured to Avena, anxiety in her voice, as Kai approached her.

“Nightmare,” Kai explained with a soft sigh.

Paedyn’s face morphed into a mixture of worry and concern, as she paled. She suddenly felt awfully guilty for sleeping through all of this

“Don’t panic, I think she’s alright now,” Kai soothed wrapping an arm around her, “we’ve established there’s no monsters under her bed.”

“Oh my baby,” she said, with a hand over her heart.

“She’ll be okay, “ he comforted, “let’s go back to sleep.”

“You weren’t asleep,” she criticised him with an eyebrow raised. She said it as a statement, not a question.

“How do you know, you were snoring so loudly the roof nearly came down,” he scoffed.

She stopped in her tracks, taking him by surprise as he followed suit. Paedyn then swiftly whacked his arm. Hard. He fought a wince.

“I don’t snore,” she insisted firmly, arms folded across her chest with a sharp look in her eyes, “and you have dark circles under your eyes that could rival charcoal art work.”

“Ouch darling,” he chuckled, biting his bottom lip.

“Marriage means honesty Prince,” she smiled wistfully, “but seriously Kai, you need to sleep.”

“I know but it’s just hard,” he shrugged in response.

“It’s not going to get easier if you don’t try,” she said.

Kai sighed and guided Paedyn back to their bedroom, pulling her back onto the bed beside him. Kai liked the feeling of his wife in his arms, it made him feel like he was physically protecting her. Not that she needed protecting.

“Kai?” she murmured, shattering the silence.

He hummed a response.

“Was Avena really upset?” she asked, finally getting the weighted question off of her chest.

“There were some tears,“ he admitted, “she told me in her dream we couldn’t save her, I think that’s what made her most upset.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Paedyn replied, the guilt seeping back through.

“You were asleep,” Kai said, “you need your sleep.”

“I know but I should’ve been there,” she sighed, playing with her fingers.

“Hey,” he snapped firmly, “stop doing that.”

“What?” she asked.

“Beating yourself up, making yourself feel guilty over nothing,” he said, taking her hands into his.

“It wasn’t nothing,” she bit back fiercely.

“Our baby had a nightmare,” he shrugged, “she’s had them before and she’ll have them again. This time you weren’t right by her side but I was, next time it might be the other way around.”

“Okay,” Paedyn exhaled, getting comfy on his chest.

But Kai knew his wife a little better than that. He knew that answer was just a conversation stopper.

“You’re not convinced ,” he sighed.

“No but I’m too stubborn to see it any other way so you should give up whilst you still have your sanity,” she smiled.

“My sanity?” he laughed, tracing spirals on her arm with his fingertip, “darling that left me the day I first tasted your lips.”

“You’re cute and all but sleep,” she mumbled into his chest, slowly dropping off.

He kissed the top of her head and then rested his cheek there, closing his eyes and attempting to fall into darkness.

“Daddy?”

The small voice jolted him upright. He looked down to see Avena standing beside his bedside table, teddy bear in hand.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Can I come in yours and mommy’s bed tonight? I can’t sleep,” Avena whispered.

“Of course, come here,” he said as he lifted her into his arms and held her right to his chest, letting her know she was safe.

Paedyn stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately noticed Avena and silently scooped her daughter into her arms and rested on Kai’s chest. Kai watched as both of his worlds fell to deep into sleep in perfect synchronisation. When he heard their soft snores he relaxed a little and finally let his eyes close. And it the most peaceful night of sleep he’d ever had.

a/n: thank you for the request anon!! hope you enjoyed 🤍🤍

powerless masterlist

[callsign-rogueone]

resson (garrick's version)

Garrick Tavis x reader a Garrick and Angel chapter! I need to re-number these at some point, but this happens between 1 and 2 — some of the events at Resson, and them going back to Aretia. written in Garrick’s pov, since Angel isn’t exactly conscious at the moment... words: 2.9k 🏷️: fourth wing spoilers, major character death, canon injury, allusions to hypothermia, writing as Garrick is hard but I tried, poor boy isn’t sure she’s gonna survive this (we know she does, since I wrote this out of order, but still), he takes good care of his girl, Sweetheart makes an appearance along with Darling Spark and Love, somewhat proofread but not really. I’m sorry this took me so long, but here it is. better late than never?

There’s a red dragon lying on the ground, wounded. It’s either Cosa or Deigh, but I can’t tell from this far out. Deigh, I realize when I’m close enough to see his horns, and he isn’t moving. If he’s dead, then Liam only has a few minutes left.

I make the jump too quickly, scrambling to get my feet underneath me, but I’m too late. Liam’s gone. His girlfriend is sobbing into his shoulder, Bodhi attempting to soothe her through his own tears. He has one arm held to his chest, the other rubbing her back gently. 

But there’s a second body slumped against Deigh’s side, and my heart nearly stops when I realize who it is. 

“Angel,” I breathe, kneeling down beside her, brushing my hands over her cheeks. She’s cold to the touch even in the July heat, her head lolled down onto her chest and her body completely limp, but she’s still breathing, thank the gods. I couldn’t bear to lose both her and Liam on the same day. It would destroy me. 

A quick inspection and confirmation from Tab tell me that she’s not wounded — a few scratches here and there, and some tender points that will be bruised tomorrow, but nothing major.

“She tried,” Bodhi tells me quietly. “There was nothing she could do, but she tried anyway, and…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, knowing that I can see it as well as he can.

I’ve seen her drained before, completely exhausted after a long day mending in the infirmary, unsteady on her feet and ready to flop facedown onto my bed and sleep it off, but this is several steps past that. It’s clear that she’d used absolutely everything she had in trying to keep Liam and Deigh alive, and I don’t know how long it will take her to recover. 

If she does recover, I think for a single second before crumpling the thought up like a piece of parchment and shoving it deep, deep down. She’s going to live. She’s going to recover. She has to. There is no way that the two of us could ever be separated like that. 

I have to do something, but what? Is sleeping it off followed by a giant bowl of pasta going to be enough this time, or does she need to see a healer? Could the healers even fix this? Is there a cure for burnout other than rest?

“The Lieutenant Colonel would know. He’s a mender as well.” 

Brennan would know. Him or Colonel Colbersy would be the best bets — but the idea of taking her back to that hellhole school right now is enough to light my blood on fire. Graduation is in less than a week, and I know they aren’t going to give her any time to recover before they transfer her across the continent to gods-know-where and expect her to start working.

I hook an arm under her knees, another behind her back, lifting her up from the dirt and gathering her into my lap. She’s too drained to speak, to open her eyes, but I feel a little flare of recognition from her as she leans into my chest — she knows it’s me. She’s still in there. 

I tuck her head into my shoulder, stroking a hand over her disheveled braids, because that’s all I can do right now.

Our little sister has silently slotted herself between me and Bodhi. She leans her head against my shoulder, sniffling quietly. She looks unharmed, but there’s dried blood coating her nose and upper lip, and her cuticles are shredded; she’s been peeling them since we left the school, as a nervous habit. Something’s bothering her, but I haven’t had time to ask what — though I have a suspicion that it has something to do with that little joker in Violet’s squad.

And now this. Liam had become her best friend, the first person her age that she was truly comfortable with, and now… I put my other arm around her, squeezing gently. She’s trembling, crying as quietly as possible — even in a situation like this, she doesn’t want to make a sound.

“I’m so sorry, kid,” I say softly, as if that will make it hurt any less.

She leans into me a little further. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” I promise her, “She’s gonna be fine in a day or two. She just needs rest — you know how it is.”

I pray to every higher power that exists that I’m right — that Angel will be fine, that our sister won’t lose yet another loved one. She’s finally coming out of her shell, starting to let people in, but I’m afraid that losing Liam might send her right back to square one: the girl I’d met six years ago, who was too scared to speak. I didn’t hear her voice for a week and a half — only timid nods or shakes of the head for yes or no questions.

My eyes widen as I see Xaden approach, a limp-looking Violet in his arms. She’s wheezing, black blood trickling from a wound in her side.

“It has to be poison,” Imogen reasons, sounding more torn up about this than I thought she’d ever be. “Look at it! We have to get her back to Basgiath. Nolon might be able to help.”

“That’s a twelve-hour flight.” Xaden’s voice rises. “And I’m pretty sure her arm is broken.”

Is she going to make it that long?

“There’s somewhere closer,” he says quietly.

“You can’t be serious,” Ciaran interrupts.

“You’ll put everything at risk,” I warn.

Tairn roars in dissent.

“I wouldn’t say that again,” Imogen mutters, “or he’ll probably eat you. And don’t forget, if she dies, there’s a damn good chance Xaden does, too.”

“I’m not saying he shouldn’t, just reminding him what the stakes are.”

“I don’t give a fuck what happens to me!” Xaden yells. “We’re going, and that’s an order.”

Bodhi agrees without protest. “No need for orders, man. We’ll save her.” 

“You’re sure about this?” Imogen asks.

“Stop fucking asking him that,” I snap without thinking. “He made his decision. Support him or get the fuck out, Imogen.”

“And it’s a bad one.”

Bodhi turns his head to glare at him. “When you have a hundred and seven scars on your back, then you get to make the fucking decisions, Ciaran.”

Rocks crunch under a pair of boots as another of our friends approaches. She looks utterly defeated — her face, neck, and hair are splattered with wyvern blood, and the makeup she’d so carefully applied for the Reunification Day party is running in dark trails down her cheeks, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She’s unusually quiet as she speaks. “X is right. We need to lie low for a few days — get our wounded help, and…”

And bury Liam. Her little brother. 

A wave of guilt floods through me. I had been too focused on Angel to fully process the fact that Liam, Xaden’s little brother, who may as well be mine too, is gone forever. We have to bury him tomorrow. I’ll never hear him laugh again, never receive another one of his little wood carvings… Oh, fuck. Sloane. She’d been counting down until her conscription day, when she could see him again, but now she never will. 

“It’s settled, then,” another soft voice says — Bodhi’s wife. “We’re going home.”

Nobody dares to disagree with her.

I give our sister one last gentle squeeze before I rise from the ground, Angel in my arms, and carry her the hundred yards to the rest of the riot, who have been keeping watch over us.

Tab lowers his head, mournful and dejected. He must regret not cutting her off, blocking her out from his magic before she overdid it. She’d never forgive him if he had interfered with her efforts to save Liam, but if he had, she might still be lucid. 

It’s absolutely terrifying seeing her like this. 

Chradh nods in understanding before I can ask, lowering himself flat to the ground so I can climb up while still holding her. I know it’s a major no-no for a dragon to bear anyone but their rider, but all of ours understand the gravity of the situation — a few of us aren’t in condition to fly, and will need to double up with someone who is.

She’s still freezing cold, and I know that the altitude and wind on our flight home won’t help. I sit her up in front of me, removing my flight jacket one sleeve at a time. 

It’s like dressing a doll — she’s completely pliant in my arms, and I have to keep moving her to get the jacket on, guiding her hands through the sleeves and buttoning it closed on top of her own. I pull her goggles up so the wind won’t hurt her eyes, and turn her head to tuck her face into my neck. 

Chradh wraps an invisible band of power around us to help keep her in place. 

“Just hang on for me, Angel,” I murmur, my lips brushing her hairline. “We’re taking you home.”

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Every step up the staircase sends a wave of pain up my left leg. I fucked up my knee in my running landing, too panicked to think straight once I realized that one of the dragons was wounded so severely.

I can worry about myself later. Right now I need to get her in bed, and prepare her for Brennan’s assessment.

My magic works to open the doors here, too, so I don’t have to worry about dropping her while I get us inside. I sit in my desk chair and prop her up in my lap, the wood creaking under our combined weight. 

I get her out of my flight jacket, then hers, and assess the state of her base layers. I decide to get her out of her leathers, at least — those are terrible to sleep in, and she’s always been picky about “outside clothes” on the bed. 

She was cold to the touch even with the extra layers, but without them I realize exactly how icy her skin is. I leave her with shorts and a tank top, but I pull back the bed covers with one hand and lay her down, piling her with blankets to make up for the loss. As soon as I drape them over her body, I’m rewarded with a small sign of life — she burrows deeper into the covers, seeking warmth.

Maybe warming her back up will be enough to get her lucid again, like this is some kind of hypothermia. But how did that happen? It’s July, the warmest part of the year across the whole continent.

I drag my desk chair over to the edge of the bed, taking a seat. It’ll be a while yet before Brennan can check on her — it’s going to take a small miracle for him to get the poison out of Violet’s system. 

She’s turned her head away from me, so I occupy myself with fixing her braids. They’re undone in places, big strands pulled out by the wind. I untie the leather band at the bottom, setting it on the nightstand and gently undoing the plaits. 

I’ve been practicing, but I’m not skilled enough to do the style she usually wears. I settle for detangling as best I can with just my fingers, and gathering it all into a low ponytail. It’s a small comfort to see her looking less disheveled. This way I can almost pretend that there’s nothing wrong, that she’s just taking a nap in my bed on a winter afternoon, piled up with blankets. 

“Can you ask Tab to keep an eye on her while I shower?”

“He won’t be taking his eye off of her anytime soon.”

If Tab can still feel her, that’s a good sign, I guess. I’ll take anything normal as a good sign right now. I cast one last long glance at her before I slip into the bathroom, keeping the door open just in case.

I look like shit after nearly two full days of flight and combat, but a shower and some real sleep should help. The water here is warmer than at Basgiath — though that’s a very low bar — and the pressure isn’t terrible. It’s almost nice. It would be a welcome reprieve, if I wasn’t so worried about her and Violet and all of our friends. I’m pretty sure Bodhi broke an arm back there, and our sister looked so shaken… she’d disappeared as soon as we got home. I need to check on her in the morning.

I haven’t heard anything from the bedroom, which is either a good sign or a bad one, but when I peek my head out, I can see the pile of blankets still rising and falling with her slow breaths. I dry off as quickly as I can and begin the search for clean clothes.

My old pajama pants are loose enough to accommodate the extra inches I’ve put on my thighs in three years as a dragon rider, but I can’t fit my arms through the sleeves of the first shirt I find. I make a quick modification with one of my smaller knives before tugging it over my head and settling back down beside her.

There’s a soft knock on the door.

Brennan looks absolutely exhausted, but he waves a hand at me in dismissal as I rise from the creaking desk chair and offer it to him. Stubborn fucking Sorrengails. 

He examines her for a minute, his eyebrows drawn together the way I’ve seen them when he’s looking over a battle map as he checks her pulse. Her breaths become even slower as he wraps his hand around her wrist, her body relaxing. 

“How long has she been like this?”

“Since we left Resson,” I answer. “She didn’t wake up on the flight.”

He blows out a breath. “I can fix the smaller stuff, but I don’t know what made her this way. I’ve seen burnout before, but this isn’t it.” He pauses, and his voice is strained as he continues. “It’s like she siphoned half her life away to try to save him.”

I can’t help but wince, knowing how his friend had done just that in the battle of Aretia five years ago — only Naolin had given up not just half his life, but the whole of it. And him being reminded of that on the day that he’d finally reunited with his little sister, who is currently residing on Malek’s doormat… 

I break the silence after a moment. “She’s not a siphoner, though. She’s a mender, like you.”

“That explains it, I guess. The loss of Deigh’s power is what ended Liam’s life, but we can’t mend magic. There’s nothing she could have done, but she kept trying anyway, and it was too much for her.”

Again, he sounds pained. 

I tread carefully with my next question. “Have you seen it happen before? A rider lose their dragon?”

“Yes. I tried as hard as I could to save her, but it was futile. I felt utterly useless.”

“How long did it take you to recover?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t need to. I was fine, just a little shaken.”

I exhale. “She’s always had issues with her signet. It’s easy for her to overwork herself, but I’ve never seen it this bad.”

He lets go of her wrist, setting her arm down gently, and I hear a soft sound of discomfort leave her lips. Why is she in pain? He’d just mended all of her visible injuries away, and I didn’t see anything under her clothes when I’d gotten her into bed. Maybe it’s the sudden cold — being mended always feels warm, and she’s still freezing.

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

He nods, looking ready to head up a flight to his own room and collapse.

The sun has set, the warm dusk we’d landed in now replaced with dark night, and I’m absolutely exhausted. I lift up a few of the half dozen blankets, slotting myself in next to her. My entire body relaxes as soon as I’m horizontal on a real mattress, the pressure taken off of my legs. 

She curls into me with a soft sigh, and it takes an effort not to flinch at how cold she still is even through the layers of blankets, but I wrap my arms around her, trying to warm her up. “Angel?” I ask softly.

No response — not even a hum. How long is she going to be like this?

“I love you,” I say quietly, even though it’s doubtful she can hear me. “Get some rest, okay? You need to recover. You have to recover. I need you. We all need you.”

Another sleepy sigh as she shifts over a little, resting her head over my heart like she always does. It’s probably just muscle memory from sleeping like this every night for years, but part of me wonders if it’s her telling me that she loves me too, and that she’ll be okay.

“Sleep,” Chradh encourages. “We’ll watch her.”

I don’t respond, my eyes already closing. Shitty circumstances aside, it’s nice to be home again, curled up with her in my — our — own bed, away from the demands of that infernal school. 

We can sleep as late as we want tomorrow morning.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

May I please request Baldwin comforting y/n after a bad dream?

♧ All Is Well - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hello Anon, thank you for this cute request. I really enjoyed writing this one! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven not the real historical figure. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy, Nightmares

The night air was cold when he died. The castle was silent, aside for the soft weeping of the queen of Jerusalem.

She refused to leave his bedside. He had died in her arms. Her beloved Baldwin. The agony that tore through her heart was sharp and ongoing.

She refused to speak with anyone, and whoever dared approach her was screamed at to leave. The awful disease had taken him from her at last.

Y/n knew it would happen one day, but she never believed it would happen so suddenly.

Just the day prior they had spoken of trying for a child since his condition had improved so greatly over the last few weeks. And now he was gone. She held onto him for as long as she could, desperately praying that it was not the end. That somehow, somehow, he was still alive and would return to her. She cried harder and harder.

Then it happened.

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The young queen's eyes snapped open and she shot up, desperately gasping for air.

Tears stung her cheeks and she clutched her chest as she attempted to regain some sense of composure. It was still dark, but the room was illuminated by the dull glow of the moonlight.

Remembering what had happened, she turned to the side, fearing the worst. But she sighed with relief when she saw Baldwin laying beside her, sprawled out and fast asleep. Her heart rate relaxed at the sight of him, snoring quietly and completely fine.

But tears soon stung in her eyes once more at the realization that one day, perhaps soon, her nightmare would become reality and her precious husband would be gone forever.

This thought was more than she could bear. She felt a burning sensation in the back of her mouth as bile rose in her throat. She threw the heavy bed covers off her sweating body and sprinted to the bathroom. 

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Baldwin rolled over in his sleep, reaching out an arm to pull his wife closer. He groaned softly and opened his eyes when he discovered her side of the bed, cold and empty.

“Y/n?” he said into the darkness. Sitting up, he looked around the room only to find she was nowhere to be seen. Groggily, he turned and stood up to go and look for her.

His first thought was that she had left to retrieve a glass of water or use the bathroom, but her side of the bed was stone cold. As if she had been gone for a long time. This realization caused him to grow slightly worried. Perhaps she was hurt?

Baldwin put on a robe to cover himself and started down the long hallway, but stopped quickly when he heard a faint sobbing coming from behind the bathroom door.

“Y/n?” he asked quietly, tapping on the door with his one good hand. Worry turned to panic when she answered with a broken “yes?”

“Are you alright my love? What is going on? Are you hurt?-” a million questions flooded his mind.

“I’m alright darling. Just return to bed, i’ll be alright” y/n replied, attempting to sound calm.

“No sweetheart, I'm staying right here. Please tell me what is going on?” 

He heard her sigh faintly before the door opened. The queen's eyes were red and puffy, tears stained her cheeks. Baldwin immediately took her in his arms, wrapping her in a firm embrace.

“Please, tell me what happened? Are you hurt?” he asked urgently, pulling away to cup her face in his hands gently. “No my darling, I am not hurt. I just had a bad dream, okay? That is all” she took his hands in hers and gave him a weak smile.

“Oh no, well what was it about?” he pressed.

Y/n thought for a moment before answering. “It was terrible” she felt tears sting her eyes again. “You were dead, I watched you die. It was more than I could bare” tears began to run down her cheeks again.

Without a word, Baldwin took her in his arms again as she cried into his chest. “I’m right here my sweet love, I am not going anywhere anytime soon. Remember? We discussed with the physicians and they say my condition is improving! Oh please wake me next time something like this happens, I can't bear have you crying by yourself like this my love, you promise?” he rambled to her quietly about how much he loved her, she could have sworn that she felt a few tears of his own fall onto her shoulder.

“Please promise you will wake me if something like this happens again?” he said, looking into her eyes. “I will, I promise” she nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. 

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The two returned to bed and Baldwin did not let go of his queen the entire time, as if he wanted to remind her that he would not leave her.

Once back under the covers, the young king pulled y/n close and rested his head against her soft chest. “Are you alright?” he asked, looking up at her.

Y/n smiled at his concern. “Yes I am alright now. Thank you, my love” she replied, kissing his forehead. Baldwin returned the smile, cuddling against her chest. 

After a little while, Baldwin had fallen asleep again, leaving the queen to her thoughts once more.

He was right, the physicians had told them that he was making great improvements in his  health.

Some sensation had returned to his hands and feet, and a few of the many sores covering his body had begun to heal. Maybe this was a sign from God, that he was destined to live and have a family of his own.

Y/n smiled at her sleeping husband and closed her eyes once more. Allowing this thought comfort her, she fell back into sleep with the knowledge that her husband was safe and peacefully sleeping in her arms. All was well.

[bubbleebubz]

Save me professor pt.2

Word count: 2,915!

Pt.1

15+++

Warnings!! Smutt!!! Oral sex (male and female receiving), wet dreams (again), dom spencer, petnames, praise, a little degradation at the end. Reader is a virgin.

Y/N had just been kicked out of her mother's house after her mom has a schizophrenic break and moves to Flordia leaving her to fend for herself. Her professor can't bare seeing Y/N in such a state, and offers her to stay in his guest bedroom, can they be roomates without his dark desires taking control?

I wake up drenched in sweat, hyperventilating.

I throw the covers off of me, sitting up and looking around the room.

My heart beat is racing, no matter what I do to calm it down.

I feel the tears prick from behind my eyes, as I get out of bed tip towing down the hall to Spencer's room.

I knock.

Once.

Then twice, no answer.

"Gah" I sigh, I need him, I don't know what's happening to me.

I begin to sob silently.

I reach to his door knob with shaky hands, twisting it slowly.

Before opening it silently, continuing to tip toe to his bed, to see him laying on his side.

I place a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him, "spencer" I whisper.

He wakes up, looking at me with tired eyes.

"What's wrong Y/N? You ok?" He asks worriedly with a groggy voice, sitting up immediately with worry in his eyes.

I shake my head, unable to form words as the tears begin to fall harder than ever, everything comes crashing down.

He wraps me into a tight hug, pulling me to straddle his lap.

I sob into his neck as he rocks me back and forth.

"S-Spence?" I ask in a shaky voice.

"Hmm?" He says sweetly, still holding me tight.

"What's happening to m-me?" I ask scaredly.

"I think your having a panic attack sweetheart" He said.

I sob again.

"It's normal though honey, especially since what you're going through." He says, rubbing my back.

I nod and inhale his foresty scent, relaxing me.

I giggle through the tears. "I feel like such a baby today, I'm crying so much" I say annoyed by myself.

He shakes his head and chuckles.

"You've been through a lot in the last 48 hours, you have every right to cry sweets, you can talk to me you know that." He says sweetly.

I blush at the petnames making him chuckle.

"You feeling better?" He asks.

I nod a bit.

"Mmm can I sleep with you please Spence?" I ask shyly, burying my face in his neck.

"Ofcourse baby" He says laying back down with me still in his lap, I'm sat up straddling his hips, I'm blush hard.

"I-i jua-" I move off of him quickly.

"Sorry." I mumble shyly.

"S'ok Y/N, come're" He chuckles bringing me to cuddle him.

I let out a breathy moan finally relaxing, making him smile.

"Goodnight Princess" He says quietly.

"Night Spence" I sigh, finally falling back asleep.

When I was up again it was to the sound of music.

The neighborhood, Flawless.

I go out to the kitchen to see where the music is coming from, and see Spencer dancing in the kitchen, terribly, while using a whisk as a microphone.

I couldn't control my giggle. He freezes and turns to me. "AH? you were supposed to be asleep! So I could make you breakfast in bed" He says after getting spooked.

"Your dancing-" I begin. "I know. So sexy right" He says, playfully winking at me while walking over to me, I feel my cheeks flush.

He backs me up into a wall "here. Lick this off for me" He says, lifting up the whisk, which has chocolate chip pancake batter.

I lick the batter off while looking him in the eyes, making his mouth open slightly and let out a breathless groan, making me flush even more.

"Good girl" He says before turning back to the kitchen, and putting the whisk in the sink.

I whimper slightly at the praise.

"You like chocolate chip pancakes?" He asks, I nod happily.

He chuckles.

I walk over to the island stool and sit down.

"Thanks letting me sleep with you last night" I say, causing him to smirk.

"I MEAN LETTING ME SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS YOU" I jump at my slip up and me and him both break out in a fit of laughter.

Once we calm down he asks "wanna watch a movie with breakfast-" then checks his watch "-well lunch" He chuckles.

My eyes widen, "what time is it?" I ask, surprised when the clock read 12:45.

"I mean you did pull an all night, and had many bad dreams sweetheart" He said, handing me a plate.

"Thanks, and yeah I guess so" I say while graciously taking the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries and pineapple.

"RAH I love pineapple" I say happily.

"Here then" He says, adding much more to my plate.

"thank you!!!!" I say happily walking to the living room.

Sitting on the couch.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks, sitting down next to me.

I stay silent, thinking for a second.

"I have no idea, click the randomizer thingy on netflix" I say giggling.

He clicks the randomize button and a movie plays.

"What one is it?" I ask.

"Let's not look, it'll be a surprise maybe then?" He says grinning. I nod agreeing, diving into the pineapples.

"Y/N, eat your pancakes first, your gonna fill up on the pineapples" He chuckles.

I stick my tongue out and but do as told.

"Did you know that eating pineapple improves your bone health and can reduce breast cancer? Oh and it makes your pussy taste sweet." He says the last part in my ear making me shudder before he continues watching the movie.

I pop another peice in my mouth slowly turning to look at him.

He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes it gently. "Pay attention, the movie has started" He says not removing his eyes from the television.

I look back up to the TV and see that the random movie turned out to be Final Destination part one.

This movie always creeps me out.

The plane scene happens causing me to hide my face in Spencer's chest.

"Do you wanna shut it off baby? Hm?" He asks, rubbing down the back of my head.

I shake my head no.

"Words Y/N, if your to spooked we can change it" He says again.

"No I'm ok, I just don't like this part" I chuckle shyly.

I pull my face away awkwardly.

"Sorry" I mumble.

Mid movie I fall asleep, after the movie ends he changes it to what ever he wants and I move cuasing my head to fall onto his shoulder.

He moves slightly, so he can lay down on his side, with me next to him.

I wiggle back into him, in need of warmth, causing my ass to ground against his crotch, making him groan quietly.

"Fuck" He mumbles.

"Y/N" He says trying to wake me up.

He picks me up, stirring me awake.

"Hm? Where are we going sir?" I ask, still sleepy, my head over his shoulder.

"To bed baby, we are gonna take a nap." He whispers.

"Mmm can I go into your room instead, I don't want to have another bad dream yet" I mumble.

"Mhm" He says soothingly.

He lays me down and spoons me keeping me warm.

I fall back to sleep easily.

'S-Spencer please don't stop" she moans out in pleasure.

'Being such a good girl for me baby, your so tight around me' the man groans, his hips thrusting faster.

"Please Spence, wanna cum on your cock' she crys out. Causing him to groan as her walls flutters around his cock.

She writhes in pleasure on the brink of extacy.

"Y/N you gotta stop, you keep grinding on me and making those sweet moans." He groans in my ear.

I freeze.

"I'm so sorry sir, I must have been dreaming" I answer, shyly.

"Hmm, about me? I heard you say my name. Were you dreaming about me sweetheart?" He says seductively in my ear.

"I- nope" I lie, and blush hard.

"Don't lie to me baby." He says, turning so I'm under him.

"It was. It was about you." I admit shyly.

"What was it about?" He asks, eyes never leaving mine.

I blush harder, dreading having to explain my very. Very. Wet dream.

I groan out in embarrassment.

"You know what it was about, but it was an accident." I mumble awkwardly.

He shakes his head and chuckles. "Thats not what it sounded like" he says.

"Regardlessly. You got me hard princess." He says, looking down at himself. His now hard cock straining against his grey sweatpants. I whimper at how big the tent in his pants is.

"I-im sorry, what do I do?" I ask worriedly.

He laughs again.

"Your a virgin aren't you?" He says with a malicious grin.

I nod shyly.

"Good girl." He says again before getting up and standing next to the bed.

"Your going to stay that way for a little longer baby, need to punish you for teasing me so much." He says with a smirk.

"Now get on your knees." He says darkly.

I whimper at his tone and freeze in place, sat upon his bed.

"Now, sweetheart, I won't ask again." He says, this time a little more dominantly.

I get up quickly, and get on my knees infront of him, looking up at him in awe.

He was so beautiful.

"Good girl, you look so good on your knees for me baby" He says, caressing my cheek.

"What now sir?" I ask.

"Take my pants off." He says.

I slowly reach with shaky hands for the ties on his sweatpants and undo them, pulling them down. Leaving him in his shirt and black boxers.

He steps out of them, throwing them somewhere in his room.

I stare, mouth a gap at the size of his cock just through his boxers, i can see a wet spot of precum on them..

"Common baby, you can stare later, need you so bad right now." He says.

"I-ive never done this before so. Tell me if I'm doing it right please." I say, slowly reaching my hand to rub his clothed cock.

Causing him to hiss in pleasure. "I will baby" He says.

I finally pull his boxers down, his large cock springing free.

I can feel my clit throb.

Something I didn't know about myself til now was that I have an oral fixation.

I take his cock in my hand, pumping it slowly, in awe.

I lick the precum off of his tip and moan at the taste of him, causing him to shudder.

I begin to kiss his tip, suckling at it gently.

I get used to the feeling of him and take him deeper in my mouth.

Feeling my jaw begin to ache as I take him down my throat. Moaning around him.

Playing with his balls as I suck his cock.

"Mmm, so good baby, being such a good girl, taking my big cock down your throat like this." He moans, grabbing my Y/H/C hair and holding it into a makeshift ponytail, and slowly begining to fuck my mouth, making me gag.

"Relax your jaw sweetheart." He says, throwing his head back with a deep groan.

I look up at him, with tears running down my face.

I was loving this more than I thought I would.

As he fucks my mouth I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I moan in need.

"Gonna cum in your mouth okay baby? And your gonna swallow all my seed like a good little girl okay?" He says before releasing his essence down my throat.

I swallow every drop of it, moaning at the taste.

He pulls me up and sets me on the bed. And stands in front of me.

"You okay babygirl? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks sincerely, putting his hands in my cheeks.

I shake my head.

"I loved that" I moan out.

"Please sir, I need you so bad." I whine out.

" what do you need from me baby?" He asks teasingly.

"Want you to touch me" I moan out, looking up at him, with his hands still on my cheeks, as I look up at him.

"But I am touching you Y/N" He says with a smirk.

"No no I want you to touch me... there." I say shyly.

He chuckles at my neediness.

"Oh I see. Hmmm, okay, lay down for me baby." He says, stepping back from me, making me whine at the loss of his touch but comply to his request and lay down, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.

He removes his shirt, leaving him bare.

My eyes roam over his chest and torso, smiling at his happy trail.

He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me.

Leaning down to kiss me.

It was passionate and full of lust.

I moan into his mouth.

"Please Spence" I moan.

He chuckles and slowly backs away causing me to whine.

"Where are yo-" I begin to say before I'm cut off by him settling between my legs on his stomach, he runs his fingers over my clothed core, causing me to shudder.

He removes my- well technically his- sweatpants and groans at the sight of my glistening folds.

He runs his finger lightly over my clit, making my hips unvoluntarily buck.

"Please Spencer" I whine, the need becoming to much.

He chuckles again, dipping his head to my dripping pussy, licking a strip up it from my whole to my clit.

Causing me to moan and close my legs.

He wraps his arms around my thighs pinning my legs open and onto the bed.

He begins to eat me out like a starved man, lapping up everything I have to give him.

"Mm you taste so good baby" He groans into me, causing me to moan loudly.

He slowly enters a finger into me, making me wince at the intrusion.

"Fuck your so tight." He says.

He begins slowly pumping it in and out of me.

While licking and sucking my clit, his fingers find my G-spot and I whimper out a moan, the pleasure becoming to much once he adds a second finger.

My hands reach down to his hair and pull lightly making him moan.

"Spencer I- fuck, I'm gonna cum~" I moan out, this only makes him speed up, his fingers quickening.

I cum all over his face, drinking up all my juices.

"Fuck you taste so sweet, honey" He says, whipping what he couldn't get with his tongue off of his chin.

I moan at the sight of him

"There you go baby, now your ready" He says.

"Ready for what?" I ask confused.

"You didn't think this was over did you? We are just getting started honey." He chuckles out darkly.

I whimper.

"W-what?" I ask.

"You want my cock inside you don't you baby?" He says, hovering over me, wrapping my thighs around his lean waist.

I nod my head.

"Use your words." He says.

"Yes please sir" I moan in need.

He lines his hard cock up to my slick folds, slowly pushing in.

"Tell me if it hurts ok princess?" He says, I nod before remembering to use my words. "Yes sir" I whimper out.

"Good girl" his praise makes me clench down on his cock.

He slowly pushes every inch of him into me, until I'm full of him.

"Fuck, your so tight, such a good girl for me, taking me so well, letting me take your sweet little virginity." He groans in my ear.

I wince at the stretch.

Eventually I wiggle my hips, letting him know I'm ready for him to move.

He starts off agonizingly slow, causing me to whine, the pleasure and pain was so good, but I needed more.

"Please Spencer, faster" I moan.

He quickens his pace, making my mouth open, in a silent scream. "Fuck sir, God, feels so good, your so big, I cant" I cry out in pleasure, as he fastens his pace and pounds me harder into the mattress.

"Doing so good for me baby, taking my cock so well, making me feel so good" He groans, stuttering as he can feel his own orgasm coming.

"Gonna come Spence, please, fuck professor" I moan. I guess calling him 'professor' set him off, because he reaches down and begins to rub my clit while fucking into me hard. Causing me to scream and cum all over his cock.

"Cum inside me Spencer, please, I'm on the pill" I moan. Making him groan at the idea of filling me up.

I kiss him and down his jaw, listening to the filthy noises he is making, every groan moan and whimper is burnt into my brain, I feel his hot seed paint my walls, as he collapses beside me, pulling closer to him

"You ok baby?" He asks, tiredly.

I moan out a response.

He gets up making me whine.

"I'm gonna get a warm cloth okay baby?" He says, and walks away, he returns with the cloth and a cup of water.

"Drink." He says, handing it to me.

I take the cup and chug it down as he wipes the evidence of our actions between my legs away. Making me moan at the overestimating feeling.

"Was that okay baby?" I moan again in response as a yes. He laughs.

"Your really cock drunk right now aren't you baby? My little slut, you were so good for me baby" He says, pulling me close to him to cuddle as we fall asleep once again for the night

Tag list (so far😋😭💗)

@sadroses98

@hgar529

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma

You don't need a tissue box.....yet

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 5

What did I do?

It was a month later when you had landed without a sound on the balcony -thanks to the training with the shadow singer- that you found him on the couch with Elain in his arms, kissing her like a starved male, a bile climbed in your throat and then you felt it…

Snap.

You gasped, Azriel jumped on his feet and stared at you, Elain had a smirk on her face, her lips swollen by the kiss. You turned around and run to your room muttering quick apologies to the couple for disturbing them. You felt Azriel moving towards you, but your shadows built a wall behind you covering for you until you were inside the room and had locked the door. Then they slid under the door but stood guard there to block Azriel’s shadows from breaking in. You jumped on your bed a silent sob breaking through your body cursing the cauldron and the Mother for playing you like that. After everything I’ve been through…why? Do I not deserve happiness?

You remembered your young self inside the cell imagining that you would find your mate and he would pull you out of your misery, praying that he wouldn’t be anything like your father, and now you found him, and he is the exact opposite of your father, but his heart? His heart is gold and belongs to another…

Sleep never came, you spent your night crying quietly, Azriel didn’t come for you and your shadows informed you that neither his shadows made an appearance. That’s what you wanted right? Then why did it hurt?

You stayed in your room for the next days Mor and Nesta were the only ones you let inside telling them what happened and making them promise not to tell anyone sealing your promise with a tattoo. They informed you that Azriel was distant, trying to isolate himself from everyone and most importantly from Elain. After some days you decided to make your appearance, you wouldn’t tell Azriel anything about the bond at least not until you decided if you were going to reject it. You made yourself decent enough and walked to the dining room finding everyone there like your shadow had already informed you. You noticed that the seat next to Elain was empty, Azriel was sitting on the small couch on the side almost completely covered by his shadows, he only moved when he saw you enter the room, his gaze filled with hope and sadness. Everyone stared at you surprised as you took the usual seat between Nesta and Mor, they both grabbed each one of your hands giving you an encouraging smile. Elain scoffed. Now everyone’s attention was pulled from you to her. “What?” she snapped. Mor sent her a warning look.

“Come on guys, she appeared here like a wounded beast Oh Azriel please help me with my shadows” she scowled making the worst impression of your voice. Disgust clear in her face “and now after taking most of his time she destroyed the one thing that made him happy….” She continued and pointed at herself. “Watch your fucking tongue” Mor growled her hands gripping the table trying to keep her from pouncing on the Archeron sister.

Your eyes watered and you felt Rhysand caressing the shields around your mind -also something Azriel taught you how to build- you let him in silently asking him not to tell anyone what he saw. Rhysand’s face went from surprised to angry as he stared the shadowsinger. Then he heard you in his mind

Let me go please, I need to go back, I need to clear my head.

He nodded and you jumped sending Mor an apologetic look as you ran to the balcony jumping to your freedom, and as everyone was watching your wings flapping and your silhouette disappearing into the sky Azriel felt it…

Snap.

His face changed into a look full of horror.

What did I do?

A small part for now, I will post another one later.

[vioartemis]

I love her so much... (part 2 [au])

(Jenna Ortega x fem! reader)

Summary: What if Jenna had followed you that night, and tried to hold you back? Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 [au] Warnings: angst (just a little bit I swear) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Emma waited until your sobs stopped to take a step back and lead you to her car. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying that much.

"Where are we going...?"

"To my apartment. I'm not letting you alone after this"

"Y/n, wait...!"

Jenna's voice made you freeze just as you were about to get in Emma's car. You turned around slowly, trying to hold back your tears.

"I'm sorry...! I'm so sorry, for everything! I love you more than anything...I'm sorry I've been neglecting you lately... work had been overwhelming for everyone, and Percy asked me to help him- I'm not trying to find myself excuses...! I- I should have talked to you about it instead of keeping it all to myself... I'm sorry Y/n..."

She seemed genuinely sorry. You wanted to give ger a second chance, you really did. But the little voice in your head was telling you that she might hurt you again.

Taking your silence as a negative reaction, she started to walk away. Your heart ached at the sight, and you found yourself taking a step forward, almost instinctively.

"Go." Emma told you "Follow her"

You look at your friend and nodded.

"Thank you. For everything" you said with a grateful smile, before running after the brunette

"Jenna!"

She froze, not certain she really heard you call her, and turned around hesitantly, eyes full of hope when you stopped in front of her.

"I... I don't want it to stop... us, I mean"

"Are you.... are you giving me a second chance...? Y-you still love me, even after what I did...?"

"Of course I still love you..." you reassured her "Now let's go home, hm...?"

"Wait I- here..." she started, handing you the box you gave her earlier "I don't deserve it..."

"Jenna-"

"No, Y/n... I- I've been such a bad girlfriend, I don't deserve any gift... But I promise I'll get better, to be worth your love..."

You stayed silent for a second, before nodding and taking the box. Your fingers brushed over hers.

"We can go now" she said quietly

You nodded again, and you both walked back to your shared apartment.

Once you got there, you got ready to go to bed. You had put on your pajamas, and slipped under the covers, soon followed by Jenna. She stayed on her side of the bed, not sure you would want her close.

That caused your lips to curl up slightly, touched by her thoughtfulness, and you moved closer to her, snuggling in her arms. It was the first time in weeks that you really slept together, in each other's arms.

It had been so long that you melted in her embrace. Her arms felt so nice around you, her perfume invading your nostrils felt so right, and so did her whole body pressed against yours.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep, a smile on your face.

At the sight of your sleeping figure, Jenna felt a wave of relief wash over her; she was afraid she'd never get to see you like that again.

"I missed you, I'm sorry..." she whispered, placing a soft kiss on your forehead "I love you..."

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

A few months had passed since that night, and everything was back to normal. Your relationship with Jenna was doing better; she was here - as much as her job allowed her - and she was doing her best to show you how much she loved you, how much she cared for you.

Tonight, you were supposed to have dinner together at 8. It was now 11, and she was still not here. You had texted her, called her, but didn't get any answer.

Your stomach flipped at the thought of things turning out like it did months ago. You couldn't do it again.

You decided to wait for her, determined to talk to her, and when she finally arrived - around 1am - you sat up in your shared bed. You waited for her to enter the room; she seemed surprised to see you were still awake.

"I thought we would spend the night together..." you said "What happened?"

"... Nothing" she replied, shaking her head

"No, it's not nothing. I called you, I texted you... you're doing it again, Jenna..."

The look in your eyes made her realize she fucked up again. Her worst fear was becoming real, again.

"I- it's just..." she sighed "I'm a bit overwhelmed... with work, with the responsibilities, with Percy..."

At the sight of tears forming in her eyes, you took her hand in yours.

"I'm here for you, you can vent if you need to..." you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze

"It's just... there always are unexpected problems at work, we're under a lot of pressure lately, more than usually... and I need to come up with important things for next week, and I still don't have anything... and Percy's always asking me for help for stupid things...! And even if I want to say no, he always manages to convince me, and I don't even notice it! I'm so tired, Y/n..."

You pulled her in for a warm, comforting hug, rubbing her back gently.

"It's gonna be okay... I'm here, I'll do my best to help you with that... You should have talked to me about it..."

"I'm sorry I- I didn't want to bother you with that..."

"You never bother me Jenna, I-"

You got cut off by your girlfriend's phone suddenly buzzing. She gave you an apologetic look as she picked up.

"Hello? ... ... What? No listen Percy, I- ... ..."

She looked up at you, biting her nails nervously. The concern in your eyes, as well as the warmth of your hand on hers, and your love for her gave her the courage she needed.

"No, stop. I'm not available right now. ... ... It's 1 in the morning, Percy. I'm not at your disposal, nor your personal helper. ... ... Find someone else to help you. Bye."

She hung up with a sigh, and when her gaze met yours again, your eyes were full of pride, love, and relief. You were proud she was able to stand up for herself, to stop getting 'controlled' by him. And you didn't miss the opportunity to let her know that.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to do it sooner... I- I'm sorry I almost fucked everything up between us because of that... But I won't make the mistake again. From now on, I'll try not to keep everything for myself. I- I don't want to lose you. I don't see my life without you..."

You felt you heart flutter at her words. Hearing her say that made you so happy... so happy, and so relieved.

The few doubts that had popped in your head earlier had completely disappeared now. You were sure you could trust her not to hurt you anymore.

You reached in your bedside table for the box you had given her on your anniversary and handed it to her again. She gave you a questioning look, visibly confused.

"When you gave it back to me, you said you didn't deserve it. Well, I think you deserve it now" you said gently, as she took the box "I've been wanting to give it to you for a little while, actually..."

Her eyes were shining when she looked at you after opening the box, and she had a big smile on her face.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! I- it's so beautiful...!" she threw her arms around your neck and pulled you in for a tight hug "Thank you... Thank you so much!" she pulled away to give you a sweet smile "Can you help me putting it on?"

"Of course!"

You carefully took the necklace out of the box and waited for her to turn around, before moving her hair to the side. You were quick to attach the jewelry around her neck, and placed a gentle kiss on her soft skin once you were finished.

"Here you go, my love"

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

Almost a year and a half later, you found yourself in a quite familiar position: crying in Emma's arms.

"It's okay... just- try to breathe, please"

"I- I'm just... I'm so..."

"I know, I know. Everything's gonna be okay"

You pulled away at her words, taking a deep breath and wiping your tears carefully.

"Yeah, you're right... Everything's gonna be perfectly fine"

"That's what I want to hear!"

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, revealing a nervous Hunter.

"What are you doing?" he yelled-whispered "We're waiting for you...!"

"She's ready, don't panic!" Emma replied, before turning to you "Just breathe, and it will be fine, okay?"

You nodded, and she gave you a brief hug, before exiting the room to join the others, leaving you with Hunter.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently, offering you his arm

"Y-yeah, I think..."

You both made your way to the main room and waited behind the door. When the music started, you took a deep breath.

All eyes were on you walking down the aisle, arm hooked under Hunter's. Yours, however, were glued to the gorgeous brunette ahead of you: your soon to be wife, Jenna Ortega.

[Previous part] || [Other ending]

[wheels-of-despair]

Billy Pairing: Michael (Hoard) x You Summary: Michael tells you about his tattoo. Contains: A backstory nobody asked for, mentions of Michael's tragic childhood, insight as to why these two are they way they are. Words: 1k

18+. Youths and ageless blogs, be gone. Writer WILL block you.

"What day is it?" Michael asks suddenly, head lifting off of your stomach and squinting through the dark in the direction of the calendar on your bedroom wall.

"The 20th," you answer. He'd been quiet for so long, you thought you'd lulled him to sleep by playing with his hair.

He puts his head back down and sighs.

"It's Billie's birthday," he says quietly.

"That was your brother's wife?" you ask, hoping you're remembering right.

"Yeah," he sighs. "The first one. The good one."

"Is that the Billy from your tattoo?"

He snorts. "Yeah. Fucker spelled it wrong. She'd have thought it was funny, though, so I left it."

You slide your hand back into his hair and smile.

"She died when I was fifteen," he says quietly, nuzzling his face into your stomach. "Got hit by a car. Became very clear that she was the only reason my brother had taken me in." He grows tense at the mention of his brother.

"What was she like?" you ask, fingers working the back of his neck. You can feel him relax, either from your touch or from thinking about the woman who raised him.

"She was great. Had this smile that lit up a room. Always asked me how my day was and what I wanted to eat. Took me shopping for my own clothes for the first time in my life. Made me feel like I mattered." Michael pauses to sigh. "She made me birthday cakes, and took care of me when I was sick. Tucked me in at night. Only person who's ever done that to me before. Nearly shit myself the first time, then couldn't fall asleep without it," he chuckles, then turns somber. "Billie taught me all kinds of things no one else ever bothered to. Manners. Taking care of myself. Being a man. She had endless patience, even though I was a little shit. So much nicer than I deserved. Only spanked me once."

"What'd you do?" you ask, tracing the shell of his ear.

"Cried harder than I ever did when my brother came after me," he remembers, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Only used her hand, but somehow that hurt more. She even put me in the corner after."

"I meant, what did you do to deserve it?" you smile, scratching playfully at his scalp.

He nuzzles into your stomach and sighs. "Said some things I shouldn't have. She said she forgave me, but I still wish I hadn't said them. She didn't deserve it. She was an angel."

This side of him makes your heart swell. You almost wish you could keep him this soft and sweet forever… but then he wouldn't be the cheeky little bastard you fell in love with.

"I'm sure she knew you didn't really mean it," you say softly, stroking his hair. "You were what, twelve when you came to live with them?" He hums in confirmation. "Kids mouth off all the time, especially at that age."

"Never mouthed off to her again," he chuckles.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," you tease, lifting your foot to tap his ass. He uses your baggy shirt to hide his blushing face. You let out a quiet laugh and hold him a little tighter.

"I miss her," he whispers.

"I know, baby," you whisper back, giving him a comforting squeeze. A silent sob shakes his body. "But I'm glad you had her, even if it was just for a little while. Because you're wonderful, and I don't doubt that she's the one who made you that way. I bet she'd be so proud of the man you've become."

You feel his tears leaking through your shirt.

You know he wants to argue, and you're ready to argue right back. He's an amazing person, and one of these days, you're going to make him believe it.

"She'd like you," he says instead, catching you off-guard. "You don't let me get away with anything."

"And what exactly are you trying to get away with today, Michael?" you tease.

"Nothinggg," he whines, dragging out the word and burying his face in your shirt again. You can feel him grinning.

"Well, now you've made me suspicious, and I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"Promise?" he asks, turning his head so that this big shiny eyes stare up at you in the light seeping in through the curtains.

"Promise," you whisper, cupping the side of his face. He closes his eyes for a second, then kisses your palm.

"Love you," he mumbles. Like he's still not sure you want to hear it.

"Love you, too," you smile, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. "Want me to tuck you in?"

"Fuck off," he laughs, crawling up and dropping his head on his pillow. His back is to you.

"I'm serious," you laugh, scooting closer. "You know I'd do anything for you." You wrap an arm around his middle and rest your cheek between his shoulders, letting your body melt into his. "I'll tuck you in. Take care of you when you're sick. Take you shopping, fix you dinner, make your birthday cakes. Throw you over my knee if you need it."

He exhales and holds your hand to his chest.

"Really?" he asks.

"Mhm," you hum, turning slightly to kiss him between the shoulder blades. "I said I'd do anything for you, and I meant it. All you have to do is ask. Okay?"

"Okay," he says quietly. "Would you…" he trails off and sighs.

"C'mon, baby," you encourage him, stroking his fingers with your thumb.

"Would you… do something about this?" He takes your hand and slides it down his torso, landing on his half-hard dick. "Please?"

You laugh and give him a squeeze. He grunts.

"Guess I asked for that, huh?" you grin, rubbing him through his underwear. He moans and squirms at your touch.

"Actually, I did," he says cheekily. "Just like you told me to."

You give his rapidly hardening cock a slow stroke, and he arches his back and pushes himself further into your hand.

"You're lucky I love you, smart-ass," you tease, fingers slipping beneath his waistband.

"I know," he moans.

[crisiscutie]

Hiya, sweetie! 💜

may I ask for a prompt for your Domestic AU, please? It's something that happens very early when Darling and Sephy just managed to settle down after they finally escaped Shinra.

Darling is pregnant with her firstborn and of course, the anxiety runs high on both sides. But there's one night where she couldn't sleep and decided to go into the living room by herself. Her doubts, if she was even able to become a good mother, plagued her mind... it was one of those nights where such emotional turmoil hits unexpectedly hard out of nowhere. Of course, Sephiroth is instantly on high alert when he noticed that she's not sleeping beside him anymore, so he decides to look for her and finds her eventually, crying.

How would he approach and comfort her?

Thank you so much in advance and keep up with your amazing work, sweetie 💜

Thank you, I love you so much, my wonderful friend and supporter. This is for you~!

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth/Domestic Darling

Content Warning: None.

Sephiroth's heart sank as he noticed the empty space beside him on the bed. His slit eyes narrowed as he sat up slowly.

He couldn't help but assume the worst. It's an unfortunate carryover from his past SOLDIER life.

He knows you wouldn't abandon him, as he wouldn't do to you, yet the storm of emotions within still raged, thundering in his chest.

With a stern face, he slowly rose out of bed, feeling the temptation to summon his Masamune.

Sephiroth's darkness whispered to him, urging him to keep you close, for who knows if one day you might actually leave him?

Gritting his teeth, he raised a hand to his temple, determined to ignore the dark whispers.

When he found you in the living room, tears streaming down your face, his expression softened.

His heart simultaneously soared with relief, grateful that you hadn't deserted him, yet it also felt heavy with tinges of sorrow at seeing you in such distress.

Sephiroth sat aside you, his caring eyes never leaving you as you quietly sobbed. His thumb came forward, tenderly wiping away your tears.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice quivering as you struggled to speak. But the weight of your sorrow was too heavy, and your sobs erupted loud.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you. Always..." Sephiroth cooed, slightly he gently swayed back and forth, cradling you in his strong arms.

You melted into his arms, the lingering fragrance of lavender from his hair wrapped around you.

Finally, after a while, you whispered your worries to him about the future, your fears of failing as a mother to your unborn child and as a wife to him.

He only listened to your words, passing on no judgement. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing how much emotional labor you have done for him. He was silent for some time, struggling to find his words before he spoke again.

"You've done so much for me, my love," he whispered, his voice soft and tender. "You introduced me to a life outside of Shinra, a life I had always yearned for," he continued, his voice filled with emotion as his hand gently caressed your pregnant belly. "When they turned their backs on me, you remained by my side... I know that your love will extend effortlessly to our little one."

He tenderly lifted your chin, ensuring your eyes met his as he spoke, "We're in this together, right? I want to love you just as you love me." His lips curved into a gentle smile.

You returned the smile, assuring him you are in this together, and you won't keep your struggles hidden from him any longer.

You two spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's embrace, refusing to let go.

Because you two were one, bound as lovers, friends, and soulmates.

[rolesplay]

・┆✦ON MOURNING — a zayne & fmc fanfic.

Everything feels like a nightmare. It would have been easier if she could cry.

She hadn’t attended a funeral visitation in years. In fact, she doesn’t even remember attending one, ever.

But here she was, having to arrange Grandma’s and Caleb’s. Captain Jenna forcefully put her in a leave, and she couldn’t exactly say no to her boss.

So she stayed. In a small room at the funeral parlor, with only photographs of the deceased—because the explosion and the fire were so bad and nothing was left of her childhood home.

She sat there, received people who offered her condolences. Grandma’s neighbours, Caleb’s associates in Skyhaven, her friends from Linkon University. Tara, good soul that she is, visited almost every day, bringing homecooked meals delivered from her mother. Xavier dropped by, offering nothing but an understanding look. Thomas did too, haphazard in his condolences with an extremely extravagant flower display. And there was Rafayel, who came so late at night and gave her the conch shell he said a seagull would give her.

Amidst all those visitors and well-wishers, no one had noticed: she hadn’t cried at all.

There was a heavy weight in her heart, and she wished so badly that she could, but there were no tears in her eyes. She sat there, pale as a sheet of paper with her mouth pursed, staring at the pictures of Grandma and Caleb. Aghast, befuddled, and mad. So, so mad.

Mad at the suspicious old guy, mad at herself for not even noticing. Mad at herself for surviving.

It’s late night of the visitation, the night before the funeral, when Zayne dropped in. He’s late, they both know it. He should have been there earlier. She wants to blame him, wants to be angry at him, but she can’t. Not when the Wanderer attacks have been happening more frequently and he had to work around the clock.

She gives him a perfunctory smile as she stands up to welcome him instead. “Hey.”

Zayne looks at her as he finishes signing on the logbook. He looks at her in that searching gaze that he always does. ‘Assessing,’ she thinks, because he’s a doctor first and foremost and that’s how he always is.

“Have you gotten enough sleep?” he asks, without so much as a greeting, as they sit side by side.

“I’ll sleep when I get to,” was her non answer.

Everything falls silent. Outside, it rains. She listens to the pitter patter as the house exploded again and again, in her mind’s eye.

Zayne taps her quietly on the arm. Hands her something.

It was a handful of photos. With trembling hands, she takes and looks through them.

“My parents had always loved taking photos, and there were some of you. I thought you’d like seeing them.”

Her childhood. With him, with Caleb, with Grandma. She stops at a photo with her and Caleb and Grandma. It was taken right outside the barbecue restaurant they frequented in their childhood. She remembers this day, because it was Caleb’s birthday, and she’s gifted him a bracelet and grandma gave him a red packet. None of them were related by blood, but it was a family.

“Thank you.” Her voice was strained, hoarse.

Zayne stands up.

She expects him to say goodbye, so she stands up too. She was trembling.

“I’d see you off, then…”

Just as she was about to step away, Zayne, who was behind her, covered her eyes with his hands.

“Zayne?”

“It’s alright to cry, you know.”

His warmth behind her back, the rough but steady hands over her eyes made her slump, releasing the tension on her shoulders.

“Zayne…”

“If no one sees it, it won’t count as crying.”

A sob rips free from her throat, before she can even stop it, and she begins crying, weeping. Loud as can be. The long denied tears came down like torrential flood. She starts yelling, asking, pleading. Why did it have to be them? Why ? Why? Why? It isn’t fair!

Zayne turns her around and buries her into his chest, pulling her into a tight hug, but never once looking at her face. He listens quietly to everything she says, offering no condolences or well wishes. Offering nothing but himself so that she can mourn.

[houdinicorbini]

Alva Lorenz x Reader "Late night thoughts"

It is has now been 1 year since this man has been out!! And I am surprised by the lack of Alva content when it comes to x readers

This is also very self indulgent. I thought it would be nice to write a comfort fic!

Word count: 1201

Trigger warnings: paranoia and crying

It was currently late at night. Most people, if not everyone in the manor were already long asleep, your lover who was laying right beside you being one of them. 

Yet, you couldn’t find the will nor the ability to fall asleep. As much as you wish you could do that so you wouldn’t be dealing with all these thoughts and fears that were forcing you to stay awake while everyone else had the pleasure of sleeping. 

You lay on your side, back facing your lover as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to stop whatever tears that were threatening to spill then and there. 

This just happens sometimes after all! It’s just paranoia, there’s nothing going to come of it! Those were the things you were desperately trying to tell yourself. 

But then there’s that thought that what if something does happen and it’s far too late to be fixed or even noticed. 

That no matter what, nothing can be done to stop or fix it in time. That everything you do now doesn’t matter because it’ll all just end anyways. 

These thoughts only kept forcing you into a deeper and deeper rabbit hole, one that felt like you couldn’t crawl out of. 

You tried desperately to think of happy memories, good moments to help distract yourself, but you just kept falling deeper and deeper. 

Then, finally, the dam broke. You started silently sobbing, covering your mouth so that you wouldn’t make any form of noise so as to not disturb him. 

It felt like you were silently screaming at some points, trying your damnedest to keep any noise from escaping and failing to do that here and there. 

The tears wouldn’t stop spilling out and your head was already aching with pain because of it. 

After a few minutes of nonstop sobbing, you hear a small meow before you feel something jump in the spot right in front of you. 

One you feel whiskers on your face, you open your eyes to see it’s one of Alva’s most trusted cats, and it seems like she has a goal in mind as her nose is practically touching your own. 

Without saying anything, you pulled her close to you, sniffling as you wrapped your arms around her, to which she didn’t mind at all. 

The cat settled down, getting comfortable as she had no plans of getting up until morning. Her only goal was to help comfort you. 

Before you had the opportunity to cry again, a pair of strong arms had wrapped themselves around you. Immediately recognizing who it was, you felt yourself relaxing, but buried your face into the cat, earning another small meow as you did. 

You didn’t want him to exactly see you like this, even though he has before, as you have seen him in panic driven moments.  

There was a soft kiss placed on your head before your love spoke. 

“My dear,” he began, his voice much deeper than usual, indicating that he might’ve just woken up from his slumber. 

“Are you alright?” Alva asked, concern very apparent in his tired tone, though no matter how tired he is, Alva will always show concern for you. 

You give a small nod, not wanting to use your voice since it would most likely give away that you’ve been crying, though it’s not like he’d have to be a detective to guess that. 

His grip tightened slightly, but more of in a comforting way. As if to say that he’s here for you. 

“Just overthinking is all…” you say rather quietly, upset at yourself that he’s now awake, worrying that it was your sobbing that did it. 

Alva shifted slightly so that his chin could be resting comfortably on your head, one arm reaching up so that he could run his fingers through your hair. 

“About what, my love?” He asked, continuing with this soothing motion as he felt you relax a tad bit more, which relieved him. 

When there was no response, he completely understood, not wanting to push. So, he decided to continue to comfort you, in ways that didn’t require you to use words. 

Feeling him caress your cheek, you lean into his cold touch, enjoying such a feeling since your skin felt rather warm at that moment. 

Pushing your back into him slightly so that you could feel him all around. Just him holding you was helping distract you from these evil thoughts. 

“I’m here for you.”

“You’re not alone.”

“These are only thoughts.” 

Alva would whisper things like that, in hopes that they’d help you, even if it was only by a little bit. 

To which they did, but it was more of the fact that he was trying his best more than what he was saying. Though there was still a part of you that was upset that he woke up. You’d rather him sleep, yet, there was a part of you that was grateful to have him awake nonetheless. 

You felt him place a few more kisses on your head, before moving so that he could place some upon your cheek, to which you didn’t mind the slightest. 

Alva continues to hold you, making sure you are very aware of the fact that he’s here for you, and nothing will ever change that. 

Nothing in this world could ever change how he feels nor the want to make you feel better when he has the chance to do so. 

Him being here right now is his way of proving that to you. 

A few minutes of silence goes by when you hear him chuckle. 

Feeling a tad bit curious, you turn your head slightly so that you can see him.  

“I see someone has gotten to you before I could.” Alva pointed out, noticing the cat that you’re still cuddling with. 

She looks up for a second, meows at him and lays her head back down, possibly wanting to get some sleep before the sun comes up. 

“She did.” You gave a small chuckle back, the tiredness of everything starting to catch up with you now that you’ve calmed down. 

Now that your face was more in range, he places a soft kiss on your nose, the small smile from you not going unnoticed. 

He gives you one more kiss but on the lips this time, he didn’t want to keep you awake for too long after all. Not when he can clearly see how tired you truly are. 

“Please, get some rest, my love.” Alva said, hoping that you’d be able to get some decent rest for tomorrow. 

Giving a small nod, you yawn before letting go of the cat, to which she didn’t like but she allowed you to do so. 

You turn around so now that you can bury your face into his chest, in case these thoughts do come back, you’ll have him right by you. 

Before falling asleep, you mutter a quiet “thank you, I love you, my dear” 

“I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel safe and better, my rose. You have my heart.” 

With those words repeating in your head, you’re able to finally drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

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—Masterpost

—Chapter 15

As I held Felicity in my arms, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept soundly, things felt okay. Like maybe if I tried to stay as still as possible, we could be like this forever.

Despite the uncertainty of the future, in this moment, everything felt right. I cherished every second, memorizing the way she looked, the softness of her breath against my chest, the warmth of her body nuzzled against mine.

But as the hours passed and Felicity remained asleep, I knew that I couldn't stay forever. She needed rest, and I needed to let her sleep undisturbed.

With a heavy heart, I gently pulled myself from her embrace, careful not to wake her as I eased out of the bed.

As I stood by her bedside, watching her sleep, a tug of longing pulled at my heart. I wished I could stay with her forever, to protect her.

I had to let her rest, to give her the space she needed to heal.

With a final, tender kiss to her forehead, I whispered, "I love you," before quietly slipping out of the room.

The house was silent as I made my way downstairs, the weight of my footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.

I tiptoed down the stairs, my footsteps silent against the carpeted floor, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make as little noise as possible.

As I reached the bottom step, I froze, my ears straining to catch any sound from the room ahead.

And then, I heard it – the hushed murmur of voices coming from the living room.

Curiosity piqued, I crept closer, careful to stay hidden behind the wall as I strained to listen to their conversation.

"- transplant," Felicity's mother was saying, her voice tinged with concern. "It's her only chance."

I felt a jolt of apprehension at her words, my heart skipping a beat as I realized the gravity of what they were discussing. A transplant, it was the lifeline that Felicity so desperately needed, the only hope for her life.

"But what if it doesn't work?" Felicity's mother continued, her voice heavy with worry. "What if she doesn't make it through the surgery? She’s already so weak…"

"We have to try," Felicity's father insisted, his tone firm with resolve. "For Felicity's sake, we have to give her every chance we can."

My heart ached as I heard the soft sobs of Felicity's mother, her anguish echoing through the quiet room.

"I can't lose my baby girl," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

It was a heart-wrenching plea, filled with a mother's love and desperation.

As I stood at the bottom of the stairs, hidden from view, I strained to catch every word of their conversation, my heart heavy.

"What about that boy?" Felicity's mother's voice broke through the silence, filled with concern and compassion.

"Felicity loves him oh so much. What's that poor boy going through with Felicity being sick?"

I held my breath, waiting for her father's response, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for what was to come.

"It's rare for a teenage boy to stick by someone's side through all of this," he explained.

"But it's clear that he loves her. You can see in her eyes just how much he means to her.”

She sighed.

"We need to wait for the test results," Felicity's father said, his voice tinged with frustration. “To see if Travis is a match.”

The thought brought me some hope.

What if Travis was a match? Then Felicity would be okay, everything would be fine.

Feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on me, I made a conscious effort to mask my discomfort as I casually made my presence known

“Thanks for having me," I said, stepping out from behind the wall as if I’d just come down the stairs. "I should probably go now."

As Felicity's parents glanced over at me, their concern evident in their eyes, I offered them a small smile, hoping to reassure them that everything was alright.

On the inside I felt sick.

Her mother's soft voice broke through my thoughts, her concern evident as she asked about Felicity. "Is Felicity sleeping, dear?" she inquired, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I nodded, my throat feeling tight with emotion. "Yeah, she fell asleep about an hour ago," I replied, doing my best to keep my voice steady.

"That's very sweet of you to stay with her," she said softly, her gaze lingering on me.

"You're welcome here anytime, James," her father said, his words a silent reassurance.

With a final nod of acknowledgment, I made my way to the front door. As I stepped outside into the cool evening air, I couldn't shake the feeling that lingered within me.

As I walked home through the dark night, the street lamps casting eerie shadows across the sidewalk, I glanced up at the sky, trying to gauge the time.

It was probably 8pm.

The darkness seemed to swallow the world whole, enveloping me in its silent embrace as I made my way through the quiet neighborhood.

As the days stretched into a week, each passing second hurt a little more than the last.

With every sunrise, the possibility of Felicity not making it grew more intense.

I tried to be strong for her, putting on a brave face and offering her words of encouragement whenever I could.

But only the people within the walls of my home knew how I was really being affected.

It has become impossible to sleep at night, the tears came quicker than sleep.

Mom would come into my room every night.

“Everything is okay, James…”

She would whisper.

Everything was not okay.

As the days passed, each visit to Felicity's side followed a familiar pattern.

I would arrive, greeted by her bright smile and the excitement in her tired eyes.

Despite her exhaustion, she would do her best to hide it, eager to spend every precious second with me.

We would talk, laugh, share stories and memories.

But inevitably, the weariness would catch up with her, and she would curl up in my arms, fatigue claiming her thin figure.

Watching her drift off to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful, I could see such a future.

In those quiet moments, as I held her close, the knot that our souls had tied was tightening.

If the world must be as cruel as to take her away from me, I’d hold her hand as they took her.

Maybe if I held on tight enough, they'd bring me with her. I wouldn’t complain.

As I left her side each time, the weight of her illness still heavy on my heart, I would ascend the stairs with a sigh.

Felicity flooded my mind like a bittersweet symphony. I couldn't help but reminisce, each memory etched into my heart.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be transported back to that fateful night on the beach, where our story began. The memory was as vivid as if it had happened just yesterday.

I could still see her sitting there, illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun, her music floating on the gentle breeze.

In that moment, she was the epitome of beauty.

When our eyes met, the world had fallen away.

As we talked and laughed, the hours slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass, the same sand we sunk into as we danced only weeks ago.

But it was the little things, the details that others might overlook, that I liked to focus on.

I remembered the way her hair fell in gentle waves around her face. The faint freckles on her ears, the ones you wouldn’t notice if you didn’t make note of it.

Our first kiss in the water, the taste of salt on our lips mingling with the sweetness of young love and confusion. The way her hand fit perfectly in mine as we danced beneath the stars, lost in each other.

As I lay in bed, enveloped by the stillness of the night, my mind drifted to thoughts of the future, a future filled with dreams, hopes and desires.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to imagine a world where Felicity lived. I pictured us standing at the altar, exchanging vows, her body draped in the most beautiful dress my mind could think up.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the possibility of starting a family with Felicity, of bringing new life into the world and watching a child grow.

The thought of holding our baby in my arms, of feeling their tiny heartbeat against my chest.

I’ve never held a baby before.

I’m a 16 year old boy, what am I doing thinking about this stuff?

I’m a teenager. I’m supposed to be hanging out with friends, going to parties, getting into trouble. But none of that was of any interest to me right now.

For now, I was content to fall asleep to the thought of Felicity, the future that could possibly be.

The vows that could possibly be.

The baby that could possibly be.

In my mind, we sat together beneath a blanket of stars, Felicity's hand found mine, her touch gentle yet electrifying. In that moment, it felt as though time stood still, and all that mattered was the connection between us.

I know I shouldn’t continue my daydream.

But then, a faint cry pierced the tranquility of our surroundings, pulling us back to reality. In the distance, a small figure emerged from the shadows, cradling a bundle in her arms. It was Felicity, but somehow different, older, her eyes filled with a wisdom beyond her years.

Stop thinking, James. You’re making it worse.

With a tender smile, she placed the tiny bundle into my arms, and as I looked down, my heart swelled with love. There, nestled against my chest, was our baby, a tiny miracle wrapped in blankets of innocence.

I marveled at the fragile beauty of new life, at the boundless potential held within those tiny fingers and toes.

Stop thinking!

I bolted upright, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration. Why couldn't I stop these thoughts from tormenting me? Why did I allow myself to indulge in these tantalizing fantasies while Felicity was fighting for her life?

The image of Felicity lying in her bed, pale and fragile, flashed before my eyes, shattering the illusion of blissful dreams.

There was no future, no baby, no nothing.

It was me and Felicity. And I feared that soon it may only be me.

How could I have been so selfish? How could I have been so blind to her pain, so consumed by my own desires?

I swung my legs out of bed, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. I paced the room, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing Felicity, of watching her slip away while I stood helplessly by.

Tears stung my eyes as I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, my body wracked with sobs.

I needed a distraction, I needed to stop, I needed to be okay, for Felicity.

With shaky hands, I reached for my guitar, my fingers trembling as they traced the familiar strings. As I plucked the first notes of the song Felicity had written, I calmed, picturing her face as she played.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing but Felicity.

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Enemies, part 5

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  Reader is Rhaenyra’s second child and her father is Laenor Velaryon (the only child they had together, the boys are still Harwin Strong’s)

Warning:  Parental death aftermath

You’d sent ravens to both Dragonstone and Driftmark, received a message from Rhaenys that was half jubilant, half consoling.  As you stood before your mother’s body, you felt a numbness that you knew would not last.  

Bellerax waited, perched on the rocks.  Helaena, dearest Helaena, had held your hand as you’d walked to the site, but then Alicent had pulled her back to let you stand in front.  Aemond stood next to you quietly.

You took a step forward and gave the order.

“Dracarys!”

The thought of staying seemed abhorrent to you, so you turned, began walking back with Aemond following you.  As you headed towards your rooms you felt your composure slipping, and your steps quickened. You kept your head down, grateful you knew the way by memory because your eyes were growing blurrier with every step.  

You pushed the door open just in time before the sobs began, and heard Aemond give instructions to the guards before he closed the door.  

He caught you before you collapsed to the floor, brushing your hair off your face as he held you tightly.  He said nothing, simply wrapped his arms around you while you wept.

* * * * * 

She cried desperately, wailing at times, began punching her legs, the grief and anger and desolation mixing in her tears.  Aemond didn’t try to stop her, simply kept her from hurting herself too much and held her.

When she was finally exhausted, her head on his shoulder, he lifted her up and carried her to their bed.  He grabbed a cloth, wiped her face, and began unlacing her gown.  She did not move, did not speak, just let him undress her down to her shift and pull the covers over her.  He removed his boots, got in beside her, and pulled her against him.

To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him, tucked her head beneath his, and a few minutes later, was sleeping soundly.

He had told the guards to not bother them, and that if anyone - especially his grandfather - wanted to speak to either of them, that they would have to wait.  Whatever her relationship with Rhaenyra had been, he wouldn’t let his wife be prodded and questioned any time soon.

She trusted him, which both delighted and frightened him, because he knew there hadn’t been a point yet in which he’d have to make a final choice between her and his family.  He had told himself he would choose her, had told her the same, but part of him wondered if he would doubt, when that moment came and come it would.  She is my family, he told himself, and it felt like the right thing.

She turned in her sleep, onto her own pillow, and he sat up in their bed, watching over her.

* * * * * 

You woke up to find Aemond reading next to you.

“Have you been here all this time?”

“It has only been a few hours.  But yes.”

You rubbed your face, swung your legs over the side of the bed so your back was to him.  “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?”

You couldn’t come up with an easy answer, and shook your head, shrugging.  “it changes with every moment.”

“It is almost time for dinner.  I can have it brought here if you wish.”

“No, I will go to the dining hall.”  You stepped off the bed, began re-braiding your hair.  When you turned, Aemond had walked over and was just a couple of paces away.  “Aemond,” you smiled, “you’re as silent as the-” you stopped before the last word.  “you’re as silent as the grave.”

He walked up to you, tucked an errant lock behind your ear and kissed you, one hand caressing your jaw.  “We can leave whenever you wish.”  When he made to pull away you reached up, kissed him back before you headed to dinner.

When you and Aemond walked in, Helaena rushed over, hugging you almost as if she was the one in need of comfort.  Perhaps she was.  Perhaps in her way, she felt others’ grief so acutely that she did need it.  You wrapped your arms around her, kissed her cheek.  “Thank you, sister.”

“I will be, always,” she whispered.  “They think not, but I know.  I will be your sister forever.”

You nodded at her and she squeezed your hands one last time before taking her seat.  Aemond had told her of her strange words, how he thought she could foresee things but that sometimes it was difficult to interpret.  This had been pretty clear, however, and you took some safety in her meaning.

You made no eye contact with anyone as you sat and Aemond adjusted your chair before sitting next to you.  You wanted to show them, especially Otto, that you were not broken, that he would not think of you as so destroyed by grief that he could do as he pleased.

When the meat was placed in front of you, you held your breath, turned to your cup of wine instead.  

Forcing yourself to eat, you chewed and swallowed your food without tasting any of it.  The carrots slid like coins down your throat, the turnips sat heavy in your belly.

“We are sorry for your loss, princess,” Ser Otto said later, as you watched the wine swirl in your cup.  You were sitting at the corner, and he stood to take the chair across the bend.  You did not look up at him, but instead looked at Alicent, who was looking uncertain.  

Did she ever look any other way?  Oh, you thought, sometimes she looked very self-righteous, you remembered now.  Especially when she spoke of the Seven, the mantle of religion one she held close to her.

“Despite the disagreements between our families,” he continued, and you heard Aemond push his chair back.  

Was this man ever going to leave you alone?  

“be assured that the royal family embraces you at this most trying-”

I am part of the royal family.  Two of them, in fact.  You stood, anger and something else roiling in your belly, and looked down at him.

Too late you realized what that something else was, and when you opened your mouth, you ended up vomiting all over the floor between you and Ser Otto, who flinched.

You covered your mouth, horrified, and were dragged away by Aemond, who did not stop until you reached your rooms, telling the guard to fetch a maester.

You wiped at your mouth, rushing to the bathing chamber to rinse out the taste of dinner and to wash your face.  When you went back into the bedroom, Aemond was sitting on the edge of the bed, long legs out in front of him.

“Are you with child?”

“What?” you looked at him, frowning.  “No.”

Then you began to think.  How long since you had married him?  How long since you had started laying with him, with no thought to what could happen?

“I called for the maester.”

“Well, you can send him away, Aemond.  I won’t let anyone near me.”

He stood.  “If you are with child, we need to know.”

He was right, of course.  

“I can tell that you are not sure,” he added  

You placed a hand over your stomach, wondering if it could be.  A child, conceived amidst all this turmoil and death?  

Aemond’s child.  Your mind immediately began to race.  Aemond holding a silver-haired babe, Aemond teaching your child to hold a sword.  Your child and his.

“Your Highness, you called for me.”

You turned, taking a step back, as Aemond walked over to the maester.  

* * * * * 

When Daemon arrived on Caraxes days later, the entire keep went on alert.  You had sent him a raven, as well as your brothers, and you had only heard back from Jace.

“I hear Aegon is a cripple now,” Daemon said, and looked at Aemond.  “Looks like a family tradition.”

“We are terribly sorry for your loss, Prince Daemon,” Ser Otto said.  

“Are you?”  Daemon looked at his nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.  “Last I knew, you wanted her dead to protect the usurper’s reign.  How is he doing, anyway?”

“King Aegon shall recover as expected.”

Daemon laughed.  “A King who can’t walk?  A King without a dragon?”

Tired of this useless exchange, you stepped forward.  “Daemon.  Took you long enough.”

“Ah.  There she is.  I thought they might have tossed you into one of the dungeons.”

“Sadly for you, they have not.”

Daemon’s nose twitched, “So I see.”  He glanced around, taking in the various family members and guards standing about.  “What I do not see on your pinched little face, is a single tear for her.”

“I sent word of her death days ago, Daemon.”

“Do you even mourn her?”

“Do you?”

“I loved her!” he roared.  “I have loved her since-” his voice broke, nose red with anger.

You looked at him, wondering how much longer your mother would have cleaved to him had she not died.  “Since she was a child,” you said calmly, hands still clasped in front of you.  “Did you love her when you took her to that brothel and dumped her there?”

His eyes widened and you heard Alicent gasp behind you.  

“Did you love her since you’ve been fucking that girl?"

Daemon smirked at your words.  “You’ve been listening to gossip again.”

“What is her name?” you touched a finger to your mouth and looked around, pretending to think, then smiled, “oh yeah.  Nettles, is it?  Were you deep in her cunt while my mother died?”

The smirk vanished and his eyes narrowed.  “I told her you would be her downfall.  I always did.  She indulged you too much.”

“Looks like a family tradition.  Grandfather indulged her, she indulged Luke, we are all quite indulging.”  You felt Aemond release a sharp breath at the mention of Luke.  “And leave others to pay for our sins.”

“You ungrateful little bitch.  Look at you, standing with the side that killed her.”

You tilted your head at him. “You must be under the impression that your words mean something to me, but let me assure you, they do not.”

“I am glad she is dead rather than seeing what you have become.”

You yawned, covering your mouth delicately.  “Leave, Daemon, you might want to go look after your daughters.  Unless you’re on your way to marry your whore, now that my mother is dead.  Will a fourth wife survive you?”

Daemon jumped on the table and glared down at you.  Behind you, Aemond unsheathed his sword, and Ser Criston stepped forward.

Daemon laughed.  “So brave, when surrounded by men willing to defend you.  Will you step closer?  Just you and me.”

You felt Aemond fidgeting behind you.  “So you can choke me like you did her?”

He froze and you nodded.

“I know what you are, Daemon.  And I know what you never were, because grandfather never wanted you-”

He growled then, face twisted in anger, and jumped off the table, dagger in hand, aiming for you.

You were about to grab your own dagger, but Aemond gripped your arm and shoved you back, shielding you with his own body.  You saw him raise his sword, and then he, Daemon, and Ser Criston all collided and fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and metal.

* * * * * 

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Imagine Wanda Coming To See You After Having A Nightmare

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Content Warnings: Angst, mention of death, and nightmares

Word Count: 950

Dividers by @transbro

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke to the sound of a soft knocking at my door. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before looking at my alarm clock. It read 4:30 A.M.. Who would be awake at four in the morning? I swear, if Tony’s about to ask me to make coffee for him instead of having Friday do it again, I'll kick his-

“Detka?” A soft voice—which was definitely not Tony's—called from the other side of the door. “Are you awake?"

I would know my girlfriend's voice anywhere. Wanda and I had been dating for about five months now. Why is she awake this late? Early? Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't right.

"Yeah." My grogginess added a rasp to my voice. "Come in."

Wanda slowly opened the door and softly closed it behind herself before quietly making her way to my bed. Her round face was tear-streaked, and I wanted to erase whatever pain caused her to look this miserable.

"I’m sorry to bother you." A guilty expression crossed her features.

"Don't be sorry." I sat up and beckoned to her with open arms. "Come here."

Wanda sighed before climbing onto my bed and into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her side before moving one hand to stroke her hair. She was silent the whole time, only moving to rest her head against my chest.

I kissed the crown of her head before asking. "What's the matter, my love?"

Wanda sniffled. "I just… I was having a nightmare and I didn't want to be alone right now. The first person I thought of seeing was you."

"And I'm glad you did… Come to see me, I mean." I pulled her closer to myself as she curled up on my lap. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

She took a shaky breath before continuing. "I've been having the same nightmare for a long time now." She sniffled. "Ever since... Well, It always starts with that battle in Sokovia. Instead of fighting off Ultron's army, I'm running through the broken streets trying to save him, but..." She sniffled again. "I'm never able to make it in time."

"Who?" I wanted to kick myself for even thinking of asking when the answer was obvious.

"My brother," She breathed. “Pietro.”

Then, she let out a soft sob, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I knew how Pietro died, but I had no idea Wanda was still actively grieving for him.

I hugged her close to my chest. "Wanda, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take your pain onto myself." And I was being honest.

Over the course of her life, Wanda had been through a lot. She lost her brother, Pietro, and her first boyfriend, Vision, on missions that she was on with the Avengers. Every moment I looked into her eyes and saw the hurt behind them, I wished with all of my heart that we would trade lives. It really didn’t seem fair that I was fine while she was carrying years worth of hurt inside. I would do anything to take that hurt from her.

"Wanda," I wiped some stray tears from her cheeks. “There was nothing you could have done. You tried your hardest, and so did Pietro." I kept stroking her hair, moving it away from her tear-streaked face. "You both gave it your all that day, and you both knew what you were risking. It wasn't your fault." I kissed the crown of her head. "And don't ever think that I'd be bothered by you coming into my room at night to be with me. I'd stay up all night just to make sure that you're okay."

Wanda sniffled as she looked up at me with watery eyes. "You mean it?"

"I do." I tried to muster the brightest smile I could.

Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders before leaning in to kiss me. I laid back down, holding her on top of me as she trailed her hands along the sides of my face. I moved my hands along her waist as she laid on top of me. I only broke our kiss to trail kisses down her cheek and the side of her neck.

With the sadness slowly leaving her voice, Wanda whispered. “I love you, detka.”

“I love you, too, my witchling.” I rose back to eye-level with her to peck the tip of her nose.

"Aww." The two of us jumped apart in surprise at the sudden sound. "This is so sweet!" There was no body in the room to accompany the voice, so I began to grow suspicious.

"Hello?" Wanda called out into the empty room.

"Friday," I commanded. "Do a surveillance check to find who said that."

"Right away." Friday stayed silent for an agonizing moment before reporting back. "It appears Agent Barton had observed your and Ms. Maximoff’s exchange from the ventilation system, but retreated at your request of a surveillance scan."

"Typical." I muttered. Wanda’s face flushed red. We could never have a private moment as long as we lived in the Avengers tower.

Luckily for him, Clint wasn't as obnoxious as Tony, who found every excuse to make fun of just about anyone in the tower. In a sense, that was what I liked and hated most about him. He was an odd character, but an entertaining one at the least.

Wanda and I waited for a moment in silence before I took her by the chin and kissed her again. On the off chance that Clint was back, he'd at least have enough sense to know to stay quiet this time.

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Can't Be Fulfilled

Jotaro Kujo x Black!Female reader

Warning(s): Mentions of divorce, infidelity, domestic v¡olence, arguing, angst, listen the shit is depressing alr? Felt like writing one bc I got tired of the smut. Can be triggering into some readers.

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"I don't think this is going to work anymore..."

You stood near the bedroom door with your hand on your elbow, looking at your husband on the bed before staring at the other side of the room as your eyes quickly met the ground. The room was completely silent, save for the quiet sounds of your breathing and the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

"What do you mean?"

You flinched. "Just... I'm tired of this. All of this, Jotaro." You sighed, turning your head slightly toward him. "All of it...this is too much. Days, weeks, hell, even a month of you being away because of your work, it's not fair." Your voice was barely audible through your closed teeth. Tears stung your eyes, but you weren't ready to give in yet. You had been trying so hard not to break down, but it just wasn't working out. You had tried to keep it together for years but it wasn't possible anymore. You watched as Jotaro put his book aside on the nightstand right next to the bed and sat straight up, facing your direction. "It ain't fair...for me...for Jolyne." He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him, continuing. "And it's not fair for you either, Jotaro." His expression grew grim after your last statement, knowing that he had failed you once again, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Y/N...don't tell me what I think you're trying to say." His tone sounded more serious than usual. "Are you saying...you want us to split up? Is that what you're getting at? Y/N...we can make this work. We always have-"

"Yes," you said quietly. "I tolerated your absence for these years but you have to understand how things are now, Jotaro. Our daughter is growing up and as the years go by I don't want her to..." You paused. "Not this again."

Jotaro didn't let you finish. "She's seven years old." You wanted to respond but Jotaro continued anyway. "I work my ass off to provide for this family. I try. You know I try, Y/N. Every day." He took a deep breath and stared at his hands resting in his lap. "To keep both of you safe. To make sure we'll be okay. And this is how you repay me? With this? This bullshit? This stupid fucking arrangement of yours?" The tears were streaming down your face silently now and you felt yourself crumple into yourself further. Jotaro finally stood up. "We've had this conversation before, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," you choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, Jotaro, I am. But you have to listen to me." Your voice was small and soft. "You don't know how many times Jolyne asks me when you're going to be home or if you're coming back, at all. When I'm bathing her, her bus dropping her off, braiding her hair, or even reading her to sleep."

Jotaro scoffed and stepped closer to you. "She misses her daddy." You could feel his eyes bore holes into you. "Even if she doesn't talk about it." He stopped close enough to touch you but still far enough not to scare you.

"She does," Jotaro responded. "But we shouldn't split up over this Y/N I told you whenever I got the job, that I won't be here as often. I'll try to respond when I can or if I have time off. What about that can't you understand?" Jotaro's voice rose with each word, becoming louder until you were sure the neighbors would hear what he was saying. You bit your lip and averted your eyes from his gaze. The truth was, you hated when he used this argument against you. It made everything hurt. Made everything worse.

"Do NOT try to pin this on ME!" you clapped back, seeing Jotaro startled, which is rare. "Of course I understand! I'm not stupid, JoJo! If it wasn't for your goddamn job, we wouldn't be having this discussion! Talking to me as if I have no damn sense, I supported you when you were pursuing your degree!" finally turning to look him in his ocean eyes. "Can't you see our marriage is falling apart?!" Your voice broke at the end. "I make sure to text you every morning, leave a voicemail every time you don't pick up the fucking phone, even LETTERS! It makes me believe something happened to you!" you continued.

"That's because I'm WORKING! I can't be on or even near my phone every second of the hour to respond to you. What's wrong with you, woman?!" Jotaro shook his head. "You have to understand that I'm stressed out too, you know? Not only with work but make sure to at least keep in touch with you every time I have the chance to!" he shot back. You pushed him out of your way, angrily stomping out of your shared bedroom into the hallway. Jotaro followed behind you as if his life depended on it and you heard him call you an idiot. You ignored him. You kept heading towards the living room.

Jotaro came to a halt when he saw packed luggage on the ground. "What the fuck is this?" he asked.

"I'm serious, Jotaro. This isn't going to work out no more," you replied without looking at him. He grabbed you by your arm and spun you around to face him. You tried to yank your arm out of his grasp but failed, you were nowhere near his level of strength. The sharp pain of being pinned against the wall. "Let go of me-" "You got some damn nerve!" Jotaro roared out in your face, quickly shutting you up. "Y/N, we are NOT getting this divorce! We've had our ups and downs, I admit that. But we always work it out one way or another, you're NOT leaving me for another guy who you think that's ten times better than me!" "Ten times better?" you echoed incredulously. Jotaro looked like he was getting ready to explode, the veins in his forehead bulging dangerously, and his lips turned downward into a frown. "I never said I was cheating on you, I wouldn't do that! Just because we don't have sex as much anymore, doesn't mean I would cheat!" you screamed.

Nothing but back and forth. It was for certain that your neighbors could hear you two bickering and the police were called. If only you two could see the green-eyed little girl peaking through her slightly cracked door watching and clutching onto the dolphin plushie her dear father gifted on her birthday. The sad expression on Jolyne's face watching her parents argue. She knew it was bad news. It was very alarming news. Sickening. Disgusting. Horrifying. Jolyne was scared and confused. She knew her parents loved each other deeply. How could they fight like this?

"You ain't leaving. That's final." Jotaro stared into your dark brown-colored eyes before letting your arms go, watching you slowly slip to the ground as you slightly sobbed in your hands. He stood there before kneeling to your level, gently wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, dear," Jotaro said quietly. "I know it feels like I'm abandoning you, but please believe me when I say we will work this out, together." You nodded, sniffling and leaning further into his hold. You closed your eyes and gave into his embrace.

You can't help but be disillusioned.